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Illustrated Magazine 

For Boys and Girls 


Part I. — November, 1919, to April, 1920 


Copyright 1919. 1920. by THE CENTURY CO. 

Contents of Part 1. Volume XLVII 

Noun V. »roi«»* 

Abbey, Edwin A.: A Master Patnter of Romance. Sketch. 
(Illustrated from paintings and drawings by Edwin A. 

Abbey.) Mary R. Parkxian 387 

Abel Yancy, Young. Story. (Illustrated by George Va- 

rian.) Archibald Rutlcdge 438 

Adventure. Verse. (Illustrated by Reginald Birch.) Ethel M. Kelley 540 

Aeroplanes. See "When His Majesty Flies," and ".Sky Fair- 
way, Up the." 

America. Verse. (Illustrated by George Varian.) Eleanor Duncan Wood... 99 

America, The Future Democracy of, as Our Young Folk 

See It. Pageant. (Illustrated by Albertine 'R2,nA2.\\ f Margaret Knox \ 
Wheelan.) {Anna M. Liitkcnhans i . 260 

Amethyst Set, The. Story. (Illustrated by W. V. Cham- 
bers.) George Mcrriclc Mnllctt . . 60 

April Shower, An. Verse. (Illustrated by Louise Per- 

rett.) Minnie Lcona L'pton 526 

Arbutus, The Finding of the First. Play. (Illustrated by 

Albertine Randall Wheelan.) Agnes Miller 550 

Auk, Great, The Last Egg of the. Story. (Illustrated by 

George Varian.) Bernard Sexton 198 

Baden-Powell, Sir Robert. .See "Boy Who Refused to 
Grow Up, A." 

Bamboo Shadows, How They Saved .\. Province. Verse. 

(Illustration from a Japanese print.) v Ethel Morse 340 

Bartholomew Blump of Whumpp. Verse. (Illustrated by 

Reginald Birch.) Frederick Moxan 514 

Billy-goat, A Thoughtless. Verse. (Illustrated by Regin- 
ald Birch.) Mrs. John T. Van Sant .. 120 

Billy's Way. Verse Harriet Prescott Spofford 359 

Book Houses. Verse. (Illustrated by N. L. Umbstaetter) . ..-^xniV Fellows Johnston.. 46 

Booth, Edwin. See "His Tribute." 

Boy Scouts in the North. Serial Stor}. (Illustrated by 

Charles Livingston Bull.) Samuel Scoznlle, Jr 3 

134, 254, 333, 444, 516 

Boy Scouts, Ten Years of the. Sketch. (Illustrations 

from photographs.) M. R. Piper 296 

Boy Who Refused to Grow Up, A: Sir Robert Baden- 
Powell. Sketch. (Illustrations from photographs.) ....James Anderson 304 

Brunelleschi. See "Florentine Friends, Two." 

Challenge, The. Verse Arthur Wallace Peach .. . 141 

Chickadee's Pantry. Sketch. (Illustrations from photo- 
graphs.) -llice Chamberlain Ken- 
dall 396 

Children's Book-Week: Making Your Own Library innie Carroll Moore 44 

Christmas Dream, The. Verse Mary M. Flatley 214 

Christmas Error, A. Verse Edwin L. Sabin 133 

Christmas-tree, A World. Verse Sophie E. Redford 97 

Christmas-tree, The. Verse Harriet Prescott Spofford 215 

Circus Comes, When the. Verse Lindsay G. Lucas 539 

Clever Craftsman, A. Verse Sophie E. Redford 329 

Come for a Walk. (Illustration from painting by Irving R. 

Wiles.) Hildcgard Hatvthorne . . . . 542 

Crimson Patch, The. Serial Story. Illustrated by C. M. 

Relyea August Iluiell Seaman. . . 19 

^ 149, 236, 323. 418, 527 

—Dame Baldy : Original Paper-maker. Verse Florence Boyce Davis.... 513 

Discontented Little Prince, The. Verse. (Illustrated bv 

Reginald Birch.) '.Ellen Manly 158 

"Dog?, Is Thy Servant A." (Illustration by George Varian) .Fa/Zfr/OH L. Waldo 429 

Dogs of War, Modern Lewis Edwin Theiss 434 

Dogs of War Showed Devotion to Duty. (Ilhistration.s 

from photographs.) George F. Paul 436 

Dogs, Police, of Belgium, The. (Illustrations from photo- 
graphs.) Clara T. MacChesney . . . . 431 

DoNATELLO. See "Florentine Friends, Two." 

Dynamite and a Flash of Lightning. Storj'. (Illustrated 

by Edwin F. Bayha.) Henry E. Asluniin 65 

Elephants, How They "Packed" their Trunks to Amer- 
ica. Sketch. (Illustrations from photographs and map.) . .(TfojY/e B»r&a);fe 5'/;aff«c^ 330 

Elf and the Giant, The. Verse. (Illustrated by Reginald 

Birch.) Eltcabctli Haz-rns Bur- 

rowes 215 

Fairies' Fishing-pool, The. Picture. Drawn by Elizabeth Colborne 458 

Florentine Friends, Two. Sketch. (Illustrations from 

photographs.) 5'. .1/. Collnmnn 249 

Football, Indoor, That Every Boy Can Play (with dia- 
gram.) Ralph W. Kinsey ' 55 

Fourth Level, At the. Story. (Illustrated by E. F. 

Baj'ha.) Theodore Holland 230 

Franklin, Benjamin. See "Peddling Poetry." 

Frost Pictures. See "Clever Craftsman, A." 

George Eliot: "From Drab to Gold." Sketch. (Illustrated 

by Alfred Parsons, Reginald Birch, and with portrait.) .. .Ariadjie Gilbert 48 

Grandmother's Story. Verse. (Illustrated by Reginald 

Birch.) George William Ogden. . . 314 

Grx:mble Day. Story. (Illustrated by Arthur G. Dove.) ... Lntni.g Afi/aw! 536 

Happy Venture, The. Serial Storv. (Illustrated by the 

author.) " Edith Ballinger Priee. 451, 500 

His Tribute. Story. (Illustrated by George T. Tohm.) ... .Mary Wells 291 

Ice-cream-soda Spirit, The. Story. (Illustrated by Charles 

M. Relyea.) Fanny Kilbourne 126 

"If." See "Troublesome Fellow, A." 

Johnny Mouse. Pictures. Drawn by Clifton Meek. 

"This is a Chance." 322 

"So They've Decided to Try Kindness!" 457 

Lady Amy, Little. Picture. From painting by Harrington Mann 332 

Last Word, The. Verse. (Illustrated by Bertha Corbett 

Melcher.) Elizabeth Gordon 235 

Lincoln, Abraham. See "His Tribute." 

Lincoln with the Young Folks. Sketch. (Illustrated by 

Oscar Schmidt.) Mrs. Taylor Z. Marshall. 343 

Little Pal O' Mine, A. Sketch. (Illustrations from photo- 
graphs.) Marjorie Shanafelt 522 

Machine-gi'n Nest, The. Story. (Illustrated by George 

Varian.) George H. Meyer, Jr 510 

March Wind, The. Verse Blanche Elizabeth Wade. 508 

Marne River, Our Missionary to the. Sketch Gertrude Atherion 525 

"Merry Christmas, Miss Blakely !" Story. (Illustrated 

by Ralph P. Coleman.) '. Linda Stevens Almond... 142, The Silent. Sketch. (Illustrations from photo- 
graphs.) Corporal William F. 

.4very 244 

Mother's "Highwaymen." Verse Minnie L. Upton. 339 

Moving-Picture Children. See "Russel, Lewis, Writes to 
Phil Gregory." 

Mr. Grumps, Old. Verse Mabel Livingston Frank . . Z22 

Music, Where Children Love. Sketch. (Illustrations from 

photographs and prints.) Christine B. Rowell 348 

Mystery of the Sea-Lark. Serial Story. (Illustrated hy j Ralph Hcnr\ Barbour \ 

C. M. Relyea. ) \H. P. Holt ' / 487 

"One Minute Longer." Story. (Illustrated by Frank 

Stick.) Albert Payson Terhune .. 112 

Owl Guests, Our. Sketch. (Illustrated by the author.) ... .Briuv Plorsfall 506 

Opportunity. Story. (Illustrated by C. M Relyea.) IValtcr Scott Story 405 

Patrick Flannigan's Goose. Verse. (Illustrated bv Reg- 
inald Birch.) GcoKfjc William Ogdcn. . . 414 

Peddling Poetry. Verse Nora Archibald Smith .. . 353 

Perfect M.ary Jane. Verse Nahda F razee-Wheeler .. . 322 

Peter Fooled Himself, When. Verse Pauline Francis Camp 541 

Philippa's Memory Gown. Story. (Illustrated by R. B. 

Birch.) Katharine Dimlap Gather 224 

Pigeons, Carrier. See "Messengers, The Silent." 

Pony Men, The. Verse. (Illustrated by F. Murch, F. H. 

Lungren, Frederick Remington, and with facsimile.) Florence Boycc Daz'is . . . . 483 

Queen's Messenger, The. Story. (Illustrated by Marion 

T. Justice.) Fdia Enders 41 

Race to the Valley, The. Story. (Illustrated by A. D. 

Rahn.) Irthnr Wallace Peach ... 318 

Raggedy Crow. Verse Eleanore Myers Jezvett . . . 10 

Robin, A Tame. See "Little Pal O' Mine, A." 

Russel. Lewis, Writes to Phil Gregory. (Illustrations 

from photographs.) 69 

Scamper Children, The. Verse. (Illustrated by Harriet 

O'Brien.) Seymour Barnard 121 

Seasons, The. Verse. (Illustrated by Hal Burrowes.) 4lice C. Rose 229 

"Sky Fairway, Up the." Picture drawn i.iy 4rthur T. Merrick 179 

Snow Baby, A. Picture. Drawn by Mabel Betsy Hill 243 

Snow Stories. Sketch. (Illustrated by Charles Livingston 

Bull.) Samuel Scoz'illc, Jr 216 

Spoken Word, The. Essay E. Tryon Miller 270 

St. Nick, The Real. Verse. (Illustrated by C. Clyde 

Squires.) Florence Boyce Dazns ... . 108 

Thanksgiving. Verse. (Illustrated by W. - AI. Bevger.) .. .Eleanor Duncan Wood. . . 11 

Theater, Our Little, Thf Story of. Sketch. (Illustrations 

from photographs.) Grace Humphrey 71 

Tommy's Order for "Daylight Saving." Verse }fary Dickcrson Donahcy 428 

Treasure-Chest of the Medran(;s, The. Serial Storv. 

(Illustrated bv W. M. Berger.) '..Elizabeth Hozvard Atkins 100 

206, 306, 398 

Talking Trees of Wildyrie, The. Sketch. (Illustrations 

from photographs.) 7". Morris Loni/strctli . . . . 494 

Troublesome Fellow, A. Verse .Benjamin F. Lcggctt 223 

When His Majesty Flies — or Takes Cover. Sketch. 

(Illustrations from photographs.) Henry Woodhouse 12 

Wind of March, The. Verse Liz'iiigston B. Morse 458 

Wondering Boy Series, The. Verse. (Illustrated by Mau- 
rice L. Bower.) Clara Piatt Meadozvcroft. 

The Adventure of the Water-knight 26 

The Adventure of the High King 109 

The Adventure of the Ship of Glass 195 


Boys Who Do Things, For : 

Packing-box Village 4. RH.<;sell Bond 30 

164, 265, 354, 459, 545 

Bridge Building for Boys Charles K. Taylor 34 

A See-saw Merry-go-round i. Russell Bond 167 

A Merry-go-round for the Skating-rink Gordon Van der Veer.... 268 

To Make a Skate-sail Ladd Plumley 269 

A Home-made Sled-pusher //'. M. Bitttcrficid 357 

A Brake for the Roller-coaster Williaiu Hartc 359 

An Airplane Rudder for the Sled 462 

A Hobby-horse for the Roller-coaster 463 

A Fish-tail Sculliiig-oar 463 

A Home-made Alarm-clock Homer E. Poole 549 

How to Alake a PiRcon-honse 549 

Nature and Science for Young Folk. (Illustrated) : 

The Most Powerful Engine in the World William H. East on 79 

The Adventures of Friday, a Prairie-dog ]farioric Slianafelt 81 

Timber-wolves in New York //'. 7". Perry 175 

Forestalling the Spring S". Leonard Bastin 175 

What the Great War Did for IMatinum and Silver James Anderson 176 

A Queer Bonfire Walter K. Putney 177 

A Rope Mattress 178 

Frost ATusic S". Leonard Bastin 178 

How's Weather for Flying? 178 

The Largest Log-house in the World fames Anderson 365 

Another Famous Ride I-'rancis Dickie 367 

But Moose Can Be Tamed A. A. Hovey 368 

Forest-fire Lookouts Now Have Standard Houses George P. Paul 469 

A Camera Trap-line Howard Taylor Middle- 
ton 470 

Outwitting the Desert Sands George E. Paul 472 

Crocodile Hunting in America lames Anderson 559 

Photographing a Tornado R. P. Crawford 561 

The Greatest Herd in the World (Caribou) Erancis J. Dickie 562 

For Very Little Folk : 

Letters. Verse. (Illustrated by Edna A. Cooke.) Hilda IV. Smitii 180 

Brother Elk and the Bunny Family Celebrate Christmas. 

(Drawing by L. J. Bridgman.) 181 

The Snow Man. — The Cosy Kettle. Verses. (Illustrated 

by Decie Merwin.) Mattic Lee Hausgen 276 

The Pussy Cat. — The Portrait. Verses. (Illustrated by 

the author.) Edith Ballinger Price ... . 277 

The Little Bear Cub W ho Became a Cook. Story. (Il- 
lustrated by the author.) l-rederick S. Church 370 

My Goldfish. V^erse. (Illustrated by L. B. Mansfield.) . ..l/ory L^irrf 474 

The New Bird — Chums — Skating. (Illustrated by Decie 

Merwin.) Mattie Lee Hausgen 475 

Her Dolly. Verse. (Illustrated by the author.) Janet De.rter 476 

The Photograph — When Mother Dear was 111. Verses. 

(Illustrated by the author.) Editli Ballinger Price.... 476 

The Telephone. — Play Ball. X'erses. (Illustrated by 

Decie Merwin.) Mattic Lee Hausgen 564 

Aly Velocipede. Verse. (Illustrated by Mary Smith 

Perkins.) Nancy Lewis 564 

When Mother Reads. (Illustrated by Maud and 

Miska Petershan.) Priscilla J^conard 565 

The Watch Tower. .\ Review of Current Events Edward N . T call 74 

169, 271, 360, 464, 554 

St. Nicholas League 84, 182. 278, 374, 478, 566 

Letter-Box, The 94, 190, 286, 382, 478, 574 

RiDDLE-Box, The 95, 191, 287, 383, 479, 575 


The Future Democracy of America, as Our Young Folk ( Anna M. Lutkenhaus \ 

See It. (Illustrated by Albertine Randall Wheelan.) . . . . {Margaret Knox J 260 

The Finding of the First Arbutus. (Illustrated by Al- 
bertine Randall Wheelan.) 4gncs Miller 550 


"Just Behind Him Come Great Brown Beast." Drawn by 

Charles Livingston Bull facing page 3 

"The Door Swung Back, and a Knight Stood There." 

From the drawing by Maurice L. Bower " " 99 

"Where Queens Sat Broidering." Drawn by Maurice L. 

Bower " " 195 

"Humbly He Stood Before the Wonderful Bronze." 

Drawn by George T. Tobin " " 291 

"Galahad the Deliverer." From the painting by Edwin A. ' 

Abbey " " 387 

"Danger Circled on Every Hand." Drawn by Frank Murch " " 483 







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Boy Scouts in the North. Serial Story Samuel Scovi'.le, Jr 3 

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Raggedy Crow. Verse Eleanor Myers Jewett .... 10 

Thanksgiving. Verse, illustrated by \V. W. Bergcr Eleanor Duncan Wood . . . 11 

"When His Majesty Flies — or Takes Cover." Sketch Henry Woodhouse 12 

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The Queen's Messenger. Story Leila Enders 41 

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Children's Book Week. 

Making Your Own Library Annie Carroll Moore . ■ ... 44 

Book Houses. Verse Annie Fellows Johnston ... 46 

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From Drab to Gold. George Eliot. Sketch Ariadne Gilbert 48 

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The Watch Tower. A Review of Current Events Edward N. Teall 74 

Nature and Science for Young Folk. Illustrated 79 

The Most Powerful Engine in the World William H. Easton 

The Adventures of Friday Marjorla Shanafelt 84 

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Elliott is the unusual name of the quite unusual heroine 
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is different from what she has been accustomed to. She 
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By E. B. KNIPE and A. A. KNIPE 

A romantic story of service and patriotism 
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A pretty novel for young people about a 
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adven- X The Girls of Old Glory 

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An account of the actual life of that 
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The heroism of the boys of Belgitmi, especially the Boy 
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Boy Scouts in the Wilderness 


As you all know, a Scout's motto is 
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Author of "Boy Scouts in the Wilderness" 



"Fifty thousand dollars !" said big Jim Doii- 

"Not for one pearl !" exclaimed Will Bright. 

"For a blue pearl," corrected the lumber- 
king. "Bring me one as big as the pink pearl 
you found last summer, and I '11 pay that for it 
cash down. But what 's the use of talkin'," 
he went on morosely ; "there ain't such a thing. 
Nobody ever saw a big blue pearl." 

"I have," quietly asserted a slim, swarthy 
boy who during the whole evening had never 
been more than a foot away from Will. 

Big Jim opened his mouth to roar as he 
usually did whenever any one differed with 
him, and then shut it again. He had found 
that it did not pay to contradict Joe Couteau, 
that boy with the blood of a long line of sure, 
silent Indian chiefs in his veins. 

It was some two years after Will and Joe 
had come back from their great adventure al- 
ready chronicled in "Boy Scouts in the 
Wilderness." Without food, fire, or clothing 
they had spent thirty days in the forest; fought 
for their lives with savage beasts and still 
more savage men ; found a great pink pearl ; 
broken up a band of moonshiners; and last and 
best of all had won for their Boy Scout troop 
a cabin and ten acres of timber-land from Mr. 
Donegan. Since that time old Jim Donegan, 
the lumber-king of America, had become a 

firm friend of the Boy Scouts of Cornwall. 
Especially did he admire Will and Joe, who 
had proved to him that he was wrong in his 
estimate of the Boy Scouts, and from whom he 
had bought the pink pearl — at a price. To- 
night the whole troop was being entertained 
on his estate, and the old man had offered to 
show the boys his collection of precious stones, 
which, except for making money early and 
often, was his only hobby. 

After dinner he had taken them into the 
library. There, upon touching a spring in the 
wall, a large bookcase filled with books swung 
forward, showing the side of a great vault of 
chrome-steel. Unlocking a whole nest of com- 
bination-locks one after another, an enormous 
door onened silentlv, and the troop entered a 
solid steel room. The long cabinet of satin- 
wood drawers lined with black velvet held the 
famous collection of the lumber-king. For an 
hour or more he showed the delighted boys 
his treasures. As drawer after drawer was 
opened, the little room seemed filled with the 
.shimmer and sheen of a perfect rainbow of 
colors. There were the red blink and flare of 
rubies, with their sullen depths of blood and 
fire, from Brazil and India and the far-away 
Caucasus, which, carat for carat, out-priced 
the best diamonds of Kimberley. Some of 
them were large enough to have names and 
stories. Three of them had been part of the 
loot of pirate ships, and they gleamed venge- 
fully from the black velvet, as if all the blood 




and pain and sin of those cruel crews had been 
crystalhzed in their blood-red depths. Another 
drawer was full of the cool, deep, unfathom- 
able green of emeralds, with a flash in their 
depths such as one sees in a great wave as it 
breaks in the sun. Some had been dug by 
short-lived serfs in the Ural Mountains cen- 
turies ago. Others had been part of the treas- 
ure which Cortez and Pizarro brought back 
from the hoards of Montezuma and the Incas. 
Then there was the cold star-shine of great 
diamonds, water-white, like fire and ice, while 
one yellow diamond shone like golden Jupiter 
in a midnight sky. Rarest of them all was 
"Hellheart," smoky black, with a red heart of 
flame. The tradition was that it had belonged to 
Blackbeard, the pirate. It was cut in the shape 
of a great heart by some unknown lapidary. 
Mr. Donegan told the boys that no diamond- 
cuter of to-day could cut the wonderful- 
faceted heart which smoldered before them. 
There were ice-blue sapphires; opals, a tor- 
tured blaze of prismatic colors and delicate 
translunary tints; apple-green jade; turquoises 
like robins' eggs; soft, lustrous moonstones, 
chrysoprase, jacinths, sea-blue aquamarines; 
masses of lapislazuli and malachite ; strange, 
shifting cat's-eyes; pale yellow topazes: white 
sapphires, which glowed instead of glittering; 
fiery, scarlet carbuncles; cymophane, with its 
wire-like line of silver — few of the kings of 
earth had a collection which could equal the 
one belonging to Jim Donegan, who had begun 
life as a lumber-jack. 

At last the old man drew out one drawer 
larger than all the others, filled with a shim- 
mering, multicolored mass of pearls, his 
favorite stone. They glowed as if holding 
some hidden, soft light within, and were graded 
and shaded with all the art that the trained 
eye and skill of the old collector could com- 
mand. Not one of them there but was worth 
a small fortune. Some of them were round, 
gleaming pearls from far-away shark -haunted 
seas. Others were the larger, irregular treas- 
ures torn from the four-hundred-odd kinds of 
fresh-water mussels that are found in all of 
our rivers, brooks, and lakes. The colors were 
as different as the shapes. White, black, 
brown, amber, yellow, and green were all there. 
By itself glowed the lustrous pink pearl that 
Will had found, that Scar Dawson had stolen, 
and that Joe had rescued. Yet among all that 
rainbow, there was no shade of blue. 

"You fellows stay a bit," Mr. Donegan said 
tcruffly to Will and Joe. "I '11 send you home 
!n my car later on." When the last guest was 

gone, Jim turned to the Indian boy. "Tell me 
all about that blue pearl," he demanded. 

Joe looked at him silently for a moment. 

"Once when I very little," he said at last, 
the halting, clipped English which no amounl 
of schooling ever changed, "I went with my 
uncle to Goreloi. That mean Island of the 
Bear," he explained. "He was big medicine- 
man and he want to be bigger, so he go to get 
blue pearl. That very good medicine," the 
boy explained. 

"You bet it 's good medicine," muttered the 
old collector. "But what did he want to take 
a kid like you along for, anyway?" 

"Because," answered Joe, "he afraid to trust 
any man with secret. Man might kill him 
when he asleep and take pearl," he went on 
simply. "He take me because I young ana his 
own blood and he need some one to v/atch 
while he hunted." 

"Watch for what?" interrupted Mr. Don- 
egan again. 

Joe paused moment. 

"That place not have its name for nothing," 
he at last responded. "It guarded." 

"If it were any one else," broke in Will, 
"I''d think this was all a fairy-story." 

"I myself see," returned Joe, gravely. 

"Go on, go on," urged the lumber-king. 

Joe thought for a moment. 

"We come to httle blue river," he continued 
at last. "It run out of great dark cave in 
mountain. I sit in canoe with paddle ready to 
push off, while chief hunt, hunt, hunt for pearl. 
At night we camp in little cave and roll big 
stone in front of entrance. One day, two day, 
three day he hunt. Then on last day he open 
big mussel and pull out blue, shiny stone an^i 
call very loud. I call, too, very loud, 'cause 
just behind him come, pad, pad, pad, grea 
brown beast. It look like bear, but bigger, 
fiercer than any bear any one ever saw excei: 
in a bad dream. Chief reach canoe just it 
time. I push off, and we hardly get away. 
Then chief show me pearl. It was bright blut 
and big as pigeon-egg. Then we paddle a day 
and a night and get back to tribe." 

Old Jim Donegan had leaned forward so as 
not to miss a syllable of the boy's story. When 
Joe had finished, the old man looked at him 
for a long time ^vithout speaking. 

"I have n't wife nor chick nor child," h» 
said at last, slowly. "My collection takes the 
place of thern all. No collection on earth has 
a pearl like the one you saw. I 've got to have 
one from that same river of yours — somehow.'' 

Joe shook his head. 



"No one knows the way to Goreloi," he said, 
"except great chief. He may be dead. When 
I left tribe, he had gone away on far journey 
south. Maybe he never come back." 

The old man paced up and down the room 
and made Joe describe the pearl over and 
over again. 

"Boys," he said at last, "I want you fellows 
to go to Goreloi, w'herever it is, and bring me 
back a blue pearl. I '11 finance the trip and 

face dangers and overcome difficulties — that 's 
the kind of a boy who amounts to something 
when he gets to be a man. It 's the strenuous 
life that counts. We were n't put into this 
world to play safe, but to seek and fight and 
find and wander, and to never, never quit !" 

The old lumber-king stopped and looked at 
them sadly. 

"If I were ten years younger, or if I could 
only depend on my legs, I 'd go w'ith you my- 


buy any pearl you find. If you have any luck, 
you '11 have more money in three months than 
most men get in ten years. School stops next 
week. You might just as well make money 
this vacation instead of spending it." 

The boys looked at each other. 

"T '11 bet," went on the old man, "that you 
fellows find vacations here kind o' dull after 
killing bears and carcajous and rattlesnakes 
and hunting pearls and fighting moonshiners 
two years ago. Here 's a chance to travel and 
have adventures ! Why, boys," he went on 
earnestly, "when you get as old as I am, you '11 
know that the adventurous life is the best life. 
The boy who is always looking for adventures, 
who is always ready for quests, who learns to 

self," he said at last, "and we "d have a great 
old time together, too ! Nowadays, though, my 
adventuring has to be done for me, and I 'm 
appointing you fellows my proxies. Pick out 
two more chaps to go with you that you can 
depend on. Four is the right number for a 
hard trip. I '11 grub-stake you, and if there is 
such a thing as a big, blue pearl, you fellows 
will find it. What do you say?" 
Will looked at Joe. 

"Listens kind o' good to me, old scout !" he 

Joe shook his head, doubtfully. 

"Long, hard trip," he said briefly. "Mv 
uncle say danger, sorrow, death always price 
of blue pearl." 



The lumber-king look disgusted. 

"You 'd better get Joe some nice thick wool 
socks," he remarked to Will, sarcastically; "his 
feet ain't any too warm !" 

"You 'vc got another guess coming," re- 
turned Will, indignantly. "Joe always talks 
safe and acts dangerous. If you had been 
with him in the tight places where I have, you 
would n't speak that way." 

"There ! there !" soothed the lumber-king, 
"I take it all back. Any kid that helped break 
up Scar Dawson's gang and went through 
what he did with you certainly has n't got any- 
thing the matter with his circulation," and he 
patted Joe's unresponsive back apologetically. 
"You boys think it over, and come to-morrow 
night and let me know what you decide." 

All the way home the boys discussed it — 
at least. Will talked and Joe grunted. They 
separated without coming to any decision. 
The next day at school they thought far more 
of blue pearls and bears and Indians than they 
did of algebra and history and English. Just 
before the day's session was over, Mr. San- 
ford, the young principal, read to their class a 
translation from the Greek of the story of the 
Golden Fleece. One paragraph especially 
fascinated Will and Joe: 

"And they rowed over the wine-dark sea, heroes 
all, beyond the sunset, where were gold and pearls 
and mysterious enchanted islands and strange peo- 
ples. For some, death awaited, for others, riches, 
for all, a fame which still rings across the vanished 

As he finished, Will turned to find Joe 
watching him closely. Will raised his eye- 
brows questioningly. Joe gave a little nod. 
The Quest of the Blue Pearl had begun. 

That night a strange thing happened. They 
had gone to Mr. Donegan's house to tell him 
of their decision. The lumber-king was de- 
lighted, and just as he was promising that he 
would persuade Will's parents to let him go, 
his Rnglish butler came to him, much dis- 

"There 's a hindividual at the door who 
hinsists upon seeing you, sir," he announced. 

"Did n't you tell him I was busy, James?" 
snapped the old man, irritably. 

"Hindeed I did, sir," returned the perturbed 
James. "Hall he said was that he was going 
to get busy 'imself." 

"He did, eh !" exclaimed Mr. Donegan. 
"Well, you show him in, and I '11 attend to his 
business mighty quick." 

A moment later the door opened, and in 
slipped a little, wiry, gray-bearded man whose 

sharp, black, unflinching eyes glanced about. 

"Hello, Jim !" he said. "Howdy, Will," he 
went on, turning to the boys. 

"Well, if it ain't old Jud Adams !" shouted 
the lumber-king, seizing one of his hands while 
Will grabbed the other. "Why did n't you 
send your name in," went on Mr. Donegan, 
shaking the old man affectionately. 

"I did," said Jud, rescuing himself with 
some difficulty from the over-enthusiastic 
greetings of his friends. "I told that chap 
with a shiny shirt on that I was Jud Adams. 
He kept a-sayin', 'You ain't no judge; come 
some other time.' But I said to him, 'Now is 
the time.' " 

Old Jud had spent the best part of his life 
in the open. It was he who had given Will 
his first lessons in woodcraft. He had pros- 
pected and trapped and hunted all over the 
North American continent. In his youth he 
had spent a year with the Eskimos. Later he 
had been in the Klondike rush, and was one 
of the first to go over fatal "Dead Horse 
Pass"; and he had dug for gold from the 
Mexican border up to beyond Circle City. 

"Jim," said Jud, finally, "I hear that you 're 
going to grub-stake a party to do some pros- 
pectin' up north." 

"How did you hear that?" said Big Jim, in 

"Never mind," said Jud; "nobody can't do 
any treasure-huntin' in this village without me 
hearin' about it. If there 's any prospectin' 
party goin' out from Cornv/all, I 'm goin' to be 
in it. I 've been all over the Northwest from 
the Aleutian Islands clear up above the arctic 
circle. I know the people, white, red, and 
yellow. I 've trapped and hunted and dug for 
gold and starved and fought and tramped over 
that whole blame country. There ain't much 
out there that flies or creeps or runs or swims 
that I have n't seen. One of these kids I taught 
all he knows, which ain't much," went on Jud, 
without giving Mr. Donegan a chance to speak. 
"Here I am right in the prime o' life, pinin' 
away for somethin' to do, and I tell you, Jim 
Donegan, you '11 make a bad mistake if you 
send out any party that does n't have me 

"Prime o' life!" scoffed Big Jim. "Why. 
Jud, you 're sixty-five if you 're a day !" 

"I ain't ! I ain't !" shrieked the other. "But 
what if I be? It ain't a man's years that 
count. It 's what he can do. There ain't any- 
thing that these kids can do that I can't do 
better. Only last year I killed an old Silver- 
Top just before he killed me." 




"Well," said the lumber-king at last, "it 's up 
to these boys. H they want you, / sure do." 

"You bet we want you, Jud," said Will, 
while Joe nodded approvingly, and Jud be- 
came thareupon a partner in the venture. 

A long discussion of ways and means fol- 
lowed, in which Jud's experience was a great 
help. As for guns, the boys decided to take the 
new light, high-powered American army rifles 
which, using soft-nosed bullets, would stop 
any living thing. For himself, Jud still clung 
to an old Sharpe 44 rifle that, with certain 
modern improvements, he had used for over 
forty years. 

So far as Joe could indicate on the map, the 
island where his tribe lived, as well as that 
mysterious "Island of the Bear," were both 
parts of that fringe of islands which guard 
the shores of upper Alaska. 

The expedition once decided upon, Mr. 
Donegan organized the details with the de- 
cision and despatch which had made him a 
multi-millionaire. First he obtained the con- 
sent of Mr. and Mrs. Bright that Will might 
go — no small undertaking. 

"If he succeeds, I '11 back him for the rest 
of my life — and afterwards," he assured them. 

"That 's a good deal for Big Jim Donegan 
to say," Mr. Bright remarked privately to his 
wife. "I guess. Mother, we '11 have to let the 
boy go. Life is just one chance after another, 
anyway. He 's as liable to die plowin' as 
pearlin'," went on Mr. Bright, vfho was some- 
thing of a philosopher. 

No such formality was necessary with old 
Hen Couteau, the charcoal-burner, Joe's uncle. 

"I go back to see my people," Joe announced. 

"Yes?" said the old man. "Well, go ahead. 
You ain't no use in the charcoal business, 
but I '11 be glad to see you back again." 

The same night that he secured the consent 
of the Brights, Mr. Donegan wired to Port 
Townsend, on Puget Sound, which was the 
headquarters for a fleet of steamers that he 
owned on the Pacific. He arranged to have 
the boys met there by The Bear, a swift, sea- 
worthy little steamer whose captain. had cruised 
often through the Northern waters and who, 
if anybody, would be likely to know his way 
to Akotan, the island where Joe's tribe lived. 

Remained only the choice of the last mem- 
ber of the party. Both Will and Joe were 
agreed that he must be a member of the Corn- 
wall Troop. It was hard to choose. "Buck" 
Whittlesey and Billy Darby were leader? of 
the Owl and Wolf patrols, to which Will and 
Joe belonged respectively. "Boots" wockwood 

and Freddie Perkins were enthusiastic Woods- 
men and devoted friends of both the boys ; 
and then there was Jack Dorsey, the best shot 
in the town, and Bob Coulston, an Eagle Scout. 
At last Will had a bright idea. 

"Next week," he said, "comes the Inter- 
scholastic Games. Every fellow whom we 
have thought of taking is on the team of the 
Cornwall High. Let 's wait until after the 
games and pick out the one there who shows 
the most sand and sense." 

Joe and Jud agreed. 

"Better pick out a good runner," said the 
old trapper. "If Joe '& telHn' the truth about 
that treasure island of his, we '11 all need to be 
pretty lively on our legs to get back alive." 

For years the Cornwall High School had 
entered teams in the great Interscholastic 
Games where twenty schools competed for the 
championship of the East. So far she had 
never scored a point. Cornwall was a small 
town, and although her boys were a strong 
and sturdy lot, they had no track and only the 
crudest kind of training. Then came Mr. San- 
ford, the new principal. He solved the most 
complicated problems in algebra and geometry 
with dazzling ease. It was rumored that at 
college he used to read Greek aloud for the 
pleasure of it and translate the morning news- 
papers into Latin. Probably that was an ex- 
aggeration. At any rate he never showed any 
such alarming symptoms of learning at Corn- 
wall. It was he, however, who had organized 
and become the scout-master of ■ the Cornwall 
Boy Scouts. Under him, Will and Joe had 
won the cabin for the troop two years before, 
and it was Mr. Sanford who had helped rescue 
them from the burning cabin in that last never- 
to-be-forgotten fight with the moonshiners. It 
was not until school opened again that year, 
however, that the boys suspected that he knew 
anything about athletics. One afternoon when 
school was over, he had strolled down to the 
cow-pasture which the boys used for an ath- 
letic-field, and watched them training for the 
fall games. He seemed to be more amused 
than impressed by their efforts. First he 
watched the sprinters, of which Boots Lock- 
wood was the particular star. Some of them 
started standing up, others crouched like kan- 
garoos, but one and all hung on their marks 
when the last signal was given. 

"If you '11 spring from both feet, you '11 find 
that you get away faster," he suggested to the 
line of alleged sprinters. The boys smiled at 
one another, and went on with their own 




System. Mr. Sanford's face flushed a little. 

"I '11 come back in a little while," he said 
finally, "and show you that I know what I 'm 
talking about." 

His suggestions to the broad-jumpers on 
how to strike the take-off and his advice ia 
the quarter-milefs about their first hundred 
were met with the same indifference. Where- 
upon the principal left the field. Fifteen 
minutes later he was back again, carrying a 
traveling-bag. With this he retired to the 
dressing-house, which had once been a cow- 
shed. Presently there emerged from this ex- 
cow-shed a figure in which the boys could 
scarcely recognize their learned principal. He 
wore a sleeveless jersey and a pair of running- 
trunks. On his feet were the first pair of 
spiked running-shoes that had ever appeared 
at Cornwall, while in his hands he carried a 
pair of battered, nicked, and grooved running- 
corks. The whole team gathered around him 
as he went toward the straight-away stretch 
of green turf where the sprinters practised. 

"Now," he said decisively, "pick out your 
three best men and start us off for the full 

Boots and two other sprinters lined up be- 
side him, while one of the other boys proceeded 
to start them. Mr. Sanford crouched down 
with the others, but as the starter said, "Get 
set !" his lithe body slowly rose, and at the 
very first breath of the final "Go !" he leaped 
into his stride and was off a full yard ahead 
of the rest. Run as they would, not one of 
the three best sprinters of the Cornwall High 
School was able to draw up level with him 
again. Then he went down to the broad-jump 
pit and with his first jump covered twenty 
feet, which was six inches farther than any- 
body else could negotiate. When he finished, 
he was surrounded by an admiring group. 

"You fellows want to remember," he said, 
puffing a little, "that even tottering old chaps 
like me may know something about athletics. 
If I am still here next year," he went on as 
he started back to the dressing-house, "I 'm 
going to put the Cornwall High School ath- 
letic team on the map." 

Thereafter he called upon Big Jim Donegan. 
The old man came in puffing and rumbling and 
grumbling as usual. 

"Well, Mr. Schoolmaster," he began, "what 
can I do for you ? You 've taken a cabin and 
ten good acres of timber-land away from me 
for your troop and made me pay those two 
kids of yours a frightful price for their pink 

pearl. Now what is it ? Another hold-up, I 

"You have the idea," said the principal, 
who had become a fast friend of the old man. 
"I want you to help me turn out a winning 
athletic team for the Cornwall High School." 

The old man was all interest at once. He 
had been born in Cornwall. 

"I 'm afraid you can't do it, Mr. School- 
master," he said sympathetically. "You know 
a lot about book-learnin', but I guess you never 
had time to learn much about runnin' and 
jumpin' and so on." 

"Oh, I don't know," returned the other. "I 
used to know something about them, and per- 
haps I have n't forgotten it all yet. Anyhow, 
if you will help, we can get a winning team." 

"What do you want me to do?" returned old 
Jim. "I have n't time to go out and run on 
the team myself." 

"Well, I '11 tell you, Mr. Donegan," said the 
principal. "I want you first to build the best 
quarter-mile cinder path that money can buy 
on that old cow-pasture that you let us use, 
and a little training-house with some shower- 
baths in place of the old cow-stable. Then 
I 've just heard that old Mike Murphy, the 
best trainer in the world, wants to come up 
from Philadelphia and settle in a Northern 
climate for his health. He trained the Yale 
team which won the Intercollegiate years ago, 
and the Olympic team that won the champion- 
ship of the world, and I can get him up here it 
you '11 foot the bill. Then I want you — " 

"Whoa ! whoa I" yelled the old man. "I 
smoke, you know, and I 'd like you to leave me 
enough to buy a little tobacco now and then !" 

"Well," returned Mr. Sandford, "I '11 let you 
off from anything more except running-suits 
and spiked shoes." 

Old Jim thought for a moment. 

"You 're on," he said finally. "Go as far as 
you like; only — I expect a team that '11 win." 

Great doings followed for the Cornwall 
High School. A thin-faced man with reddish 
hair, cold, blue eyes, and a gray mustache 
came to town. He had been seen to slap the 
dignified principal of the high-school violently 
on the back and call him "Dannie." An army 
of workmen changed the cow-pasture into a 
well-appointed athletic-field. Then one after- 
noon, after school, the boys were gathered to- 
gether, and Mike, as everybody called him, 
gave them a little talk. He had the rare gift of 
arousing his audience. He told the boys what 
athletics had done for America and how it 



helped men and boys to keep themselves 
straight and clean and strong. Then he went 
on to tell the boys stories of great athletes 
whom he had known and trained. He told 
of Owen, the first man who ever went under 
ten seconds for the hundred-yard dash in that 
great race when Jewett, Owen, Westing, and 
Gary all started in the finals, each with a 
different start. He told them of old Deer- 
foot, the Indian, who, running in his moc- 
casins, set a world record of eleven miles and 
nine hrmdred and seventy yards for the hour, 
and of the great professional race of W. G. 
George and Bill Lang when the mile record 
went down to 4.12^. 

"But the best race I ever saw, lads," he 
finally ended, "was the day when Yale won 
the Intercollegiate Cup for keeps after a dozen 
colleges had been tryin' for ten years. The 
half-mile race was the last event. Fifty men 
started. When they turned into the home- 
stretch, at the last lap, there were three men 
left, and you could have covered them all with 
a blanket. Neck and neck and neck they came 
down, staggerin' and weavin' around, all gone, 
and just before they got to the tape there was 
one slim little chap, a quarter-mile runner, 
who had won the quarter only an hour before 
and had no business to be runnin' in the half. 
He threw his head back, and the foam lay on 
his lips, and he clenched his corks and he came 

(To be 

in, and drew away from the bunch, runnin' on 
nothin' at all but the nerve and courage of 
him ! And he broke the tape a foot ahead of 
the two best half-milers in the world. And he 
broke the intercollegiate record, and won the 
cup, an' he 's right here before you, and his 
name 's Dannie Sanford !" , 

There was a sudden silence as the boys 
looked at Mr. Sanford, who blushed, and tried 
to stop Mike. Then therp was a storm of 
cheers, after which the trainer went on: 

"He sent for me, boys. He says you 've 
been the laughin'-stock of the whole school 
league, but if you fellows will come out and 
do what I tell you next spring, you '11 be doin' 
the laughin'." 

That was the beginning of it. There were 
seventy-six boys in the school. Seventy-five 
of them signed up that afternoon to try for 
the athletic team. The only reason the seventy- 
sixth did n't was because he had only one leg. 
All that winter the boys ran cross-country, 
rain, shine, snow, or cold. Day after day 
Mike trained and trained and trained them, 
indoors and out. The over-confident he held 
back. The timid he spurred on with stories 
of what could be done even by weaklings, if 
only they would dare. The lazy, the dis- 
obedient, the lax who would not or could not 
train, he weeded out ; and a few days before 
the games he told Mr. Sanford that he had a 
team of boys fit to run for their lives. 



Raggedy crow with your raggedy wing, 

Flapping across the sky. 
When the winter twilights nip and sting. 
And never a song-bird's left to sing 

Of the summer days gone by. 
Then, raggedy crow, you wing your flight 
In the pale, cold, yellow sunset light. 
And a thousand others leap in sight 

And follow, follow, follow. 
And far across the fading sky 
Your raggedy, coal-black fellows fly 
All in the same direction still, 
Over the apple-orchard hill 

To the cedar-wooded hollow. 

I wonder, wonder, raggedy crow. 

With your hoarse, discordant cry. 
What do you do in the woods below. 
Where the red, sweet-smelling cedars grow 

And the snows untrampled lie. 
It must be a meeting, strange and long. 
Of a secret club where you all belong. 
For out of the west, a thousand strong, 

You follow, follow, follow. 
Every day when the sun goes down 
I watch you flapping over town ; 
Some day / 'II follow you, too, and see 
What wonderful secrets yours can be 

In the cedar-wooded hollow I 

or red of garnered apples, for gold of wheat and corn, 
For halcyon hues of sunset, for fairy mists of morn. 
For wood-fires on the hearthstone, for kindred gatherin;^ there. 
For eager eyes of childhood, for crown of silver hair. 

For lovely land a-dreaming beneath the autumn sun, 

For meed of peace and plenty, for worthy work well done. 

For country strong in honor^ for starry flag unreft, 

We render thanks transcendent, since these dear joys are left. 

For friends beloved and lovmg, \<'ho greet a nobler dawn, 
For rock of faith and courage, the true heart builds upon, 
For Love that faileth nevei -oi dreams of good tc oe, 
Unworthy, yet adoring, wt -tay 3ur souls on Thee. 


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Author of "Regulations for Aerial Navigation," the first "Aero Blue Book," "Textbook of Naval Aeronautics," 
"Textbook of Military Aeronautics," Vice-President Aerial league of America, E^ditor "Flying," etc. 

The following is taken from the log-book 
of the aeroplane of His Majesty, King Albert 
of Belgium : 

After a conference with the Belgian Parliament. 
His Majesty flew to England. He arrived at Hawk- 
ing aerodrome, near Folkestone, at 4 p. m., and took 
tea at the officers' mess. 

His Majesty left Folkestone for Dartmouth. 
Devonshire, to visit his son at the Royal Naval 
College. His 'plane was piloted by Colonel Bigs- 
worth, and was escorted by a plane piloted by 
Captain O'Brien, carrying Lieutenant Woolley and 
His Majesty's aide-de-camp. His Majesty was 
received by his son and Lieutenant Hamilton, who 
were waiting in the Naval College's launch and who 
escorted him to the college, where he was welcomed 
by Captain Leatham. 

Owing to engine trouble. His Majesty had to 
land six miles from Dartmouth. H. M. S. Sturgeon 
and an escorting seaplane went to the place where 
His Majesty had landed and he was transferred to 
the escorting flying-boat and continued his trip. 

His Majesty flew from Brussels to Paris. 

King Albert's aeroplane log-book is filled 
with such items. Some of them tell of thrill- 
ing flights during the war, when King Albert 
visited the headquarters of the Belgian Army; 
and he flew over his army at the front. 

On March 27, 191 7, King Albert went up 
with Captain Jacquet, a famous Belgian avia- 
tor, and made a long flight under fire from 
enemy anti-aircraft guns. The king's ma- 
chine was preceded by a squadron of fighting 
aeroplanes, and the trip took in the entire Yser 
front of the Belgian lines. Flying at heights 
ranging from 3000 to 6000 feet, the king 

personally made observations and took photo- 
graphs of enough importance for him to dis- 
cuss them afterward with the General Staff 
of the Belgian Army. Fortunately, he was 
not attacked by German machines. 

His Majesty used the aeroplane almost ex- 
clusively for going abotit during the war. The 
queen made many aeroplane trips with hiin, 
and they found that traveling by aeroplane 
was at least as safe as by steam or motor, 
when it is considered that the use of roads in- 
volved the risk from shells, the use of boats 
involved the danger from the U-boats, and 
flying involved merely the risk of being at- 
tacked by enemy planes. 

Another royal aviator is the Prince of 
Wales, who flies his own aeroplane, and loves 
flying. The log-book of his aeroplane reads 
exactly like the log-book of a busy aviator. 
The heir-apparent has taken a number of 
risky flights. One escapade was "stunting" 
with Colonel W. G. Barker, who is known as 
"the prince of stunters" and has sixty-eight 
enemy planes to his credit. Needless to add. 
Colonel Barker showed Prince Albert almost 
everything then known in the aeronautic 

As long ago as 1909, Edward VII, King of 
England, was interested in aeronautics; and 
when Wilbur Wright was abroad with his 
machine he received a visit from the British 
monarch, to whom the famous American 
pioneer explained the mechanism of his aero- 




plane. During the same year, while at Pau, 
Mr. Wright received a visit from King Alfon- 
so of Spain, to vi^hom he also explained the 
workings of his "bird": and the Spanish 
monarch sat in the machine and posed for a 

While on a visit to 
Alfonso gave much of 
his time to aeronautics, 
and one of the very 
last things he did be- 
fore leaving for Spain 
was to attend a review 
held in his honor at the 
aerodrome of Buc, near 
Paris, in which ninety 
aeroplanes — seventy- 
five military, fifteen 
civil — and two military 
dirigibles were in- 

Two years before, 
the Prince of Monaco 
had made a trip in a 
Maurice Farman hy- 
dro-aeroplane over the 
port at Monaco. 

France in 191 2, King 

In the latter part of 1915, the Spanish King 
began to take a course in aeronautics under 
the instruction of an American aviator, A. 
J. Engel ; and on returning to New York in 
December of that year, Mr. Engel said that 
King Alfonso already knew all the theory of 
flying, but that his people had refused to per- 

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mit His Majesty to make aerial flights. 

Other members of the Spanish royal family 
have been considerably interested in aeronau- 
tics, and in 1917, Infante Don Alonzo, the 
king's cousin, flew from Madrid to Cartha- 
gena in three hours and twenty-one minutes, 
beating all the Spanish distance records up to 
that time. 

But, perhajis, of those who hold the des- 
tinies of nations in their palms, Premier 
Clemenceau is the real pioneer in flying, for 
he really made his aerial debut in 1870, when 
he was mayor of Monmartre. He made 
several ascensions in Nadar and Durand's bal- 
loon, "Ncpfitnc." This balloon, "Lc Ncptimc," 
as the French called it, was later on, in Sep- 
tember, 1870, the first of sixty-six balloons to 
leave the besieged city of Paris with mail 
for the out>side world. 

and weapons. They were as isolated and in- 
vulnerable as the United States or England 
were supposed to be. But air-craft changed 
this, just as they changed every other condi- 
tion of warfare. 

Early in the war Germany began air- 
attemps upon the lives of the Allied rulers, 
and the German airmen seemed to delight in 
attacking the popular king and queen of the 
Belgians. While the first attempt did not 
jeopardize King Albert and his consort to any 
considerable degree, the second, in March, 
191 5, narrowly missed both king and queen. 

The Germans, informed by spies of the 
presence of the Belgian rulers at La Panne, 
sent six aeroplanes laden with incendiary and 
explosive bombs over the place while the 
royalties were there. The king and queen 
were coming out of church with the rest of 


Before 1914, the dangers of war seldom 
reached rulers. They could stay away a few 
hundred miles from the fighting fronts, and 
were in no danger whatever from enemy fire 

the congregation when the German aero- 
planes were sighted, flying low. 

The king at once told the people to scatter 
and take shelter, but the aeroplanes ap- 




preached so rapidly that few had time to 
comply with his instructions before the 
machines were over the village. Two bombs 
fell a few yards from the king and queen, but 

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they were not hit by the flying fragments. 
What made this raid worse was that the raid- 
ers came from the section of the German front 
commanded by the Prince of Wurtemberg, 
who was a first cousin of the Belgian King. 

On another occasion, a few days later, 
Queen Elizabeth was reviewing two Belgian 
regiments, the Tenth Infantry and a grenadier 
regiment. Five German aeroplanes appeared 
over La Panne this time. As soon as they 
were over the city they began to drop their 
bombs, apparently aiming at the parade- 
grounds. Some of the bombs fell near the 
Red Cross hospital, while others dropped close 

to the royal villa. One bomb carried away 
the cornice of a villa and killed a nurse and a 
little boy whom she was carrying in her arms. 
While the presence of the aeroplanes, which 


were so high as to be almost invisibile, created 
excitement, they were not allowed to inter- 
fere with the review. Unmindful of the fact 
that the proceedings were punctuated occa- 
sionally by the explosion of a bomb, the band 
struck up a lively march, and the seventy-two 
companies in the regiments marched past be- 
tween the queen and the sea. The queen, un- 
concerned about the danger, sat her horse like 
a veteran. Her attitude strengthened the nerve 
of the people massed on the dunes. 

Shortly after German aviators began carry- 
ing the war "home" to the Allied royalties, and 
after attempts had been made by the Huns to 




bomb the rulers of several of the Allied na- 
tions, attempts to bomb the kaiser or some 
of his sons began. 

That the German Emperor has had many 
narrow escapes has been attested by news- 
paper despatches that passed the censorship; 
and doubtless there have been others that were 
not disclosed for military reasons. 

In April, 191 5, Captain de Beauchamp, a 
noted French airman, who bombed Essen and 
Munich, made a raid on the kaiser's head- 
quarters at Mezieres-Charleville when the 
German ruler was stationed there; and, ac- 
cording to a Paris newspaper, bombs fell upon 
the house occupied by Wilhelm and used also 
as headquarters. As a result of this, the em- 
peror moved six miles from the city. Captain 
de Beauchamp was killed in December of the 
same year in an air-fight near Douaumont, his 
machine falling within the French lines. In 


Ilis flight to Munich, Captain de Beauchamp 
crossed the Alps and covered a distance of 
437 miles. 

A German official communique of Septem- 
ber 22, 1915, gives an account of an attempt 
of the Allied aviators to bomb German royalty, 
and a French communique issued the same 
(lay also told of this attack: 

In retaliation for the bombardments by the Ger- 
mans of open towns and civilian populations of 
France and England [said the note] a group of 
aeroplanes set out this morning to bombard Stutt- 
gart, the capital of the kingdom of Wurtemberg. 
About a hundred shells were dropped near the royal 
palace and the railroad stations. Our aeroplanes, 
which were cannonaded at different points along the 
line, returned in safety to their base. 
The German communication stated : 
Enemy airmen appeared at 8:15 o'clock this 

morning over Stuttgart, dropping bombs on the 
town, killing four persons and wounding a number 
of soldiers and civilians. The material damage was 
quite unimportant. The airmen were fired at by 
our anti-aircraft troops and disappeared in a south- 
ern direction at 8 :3o o'clock. Owing to the fact 
that soon after 7 145 o'clock the military authori- 
ties were informed of their approach, the population 
was warned late. A German airman arrived over 
Stuttgart at 9 130 o'clock. He was fired on from 
below for a short time, until he was with certainty 
recognized as a German airman. He landed unhurt. 

The next attempt to drop a "message" to 
the kaiser was probably on October 2, 1915, 
upon Wilhelm's return from the Russian 
front. It was announced at that time that the 
German emperor would establish his head- 
quarters in the city of Luxemburg, which the 
Germans called a neutral one, although it was 
always utilized by them for military purposes. 
Twenty-four hours later, on October 3, the 
French War Office 
made the following la- 
conic statement: 

A group of aeroplanes 
this morning bombarded 
the station, the railroad 
bridge, and the military 
buildings at Luxemburg. 

Just twenty-five days 
latfer a despatch from 
Paris announced that 
the kaiser had narrow- 
ly escaped death that 
day when an aviator of 
the Allies dropped a 
bomb upon the train in 
which the German em- 
peror was riding. The 
engineer was killed. 
While the Christmas holidays of 1915 were 
still being celebrated at the German great 
headquarters, British aeroplanes scouts suc- 
ceeded in locating the place where the General 
Staff was housed and dropped several bombs 
in the neighborhood. One of the bombs, it is 
said, exploded only two hundred yards from 
the room where the emperor was dining. 

The aviators were compelled to retire un- 
der a strong shell-fire from the anti-aircraft 
guns posted near by. All of the British ma- 
chines returned safely. 

In the early part of 1916 the French made 
an air-raid on Karlsruhe. This occurred at 
3:10 in the afternoon. The Queen of Sweden, 
the daughter of the Grand Duke of Baden, as 
well as the Grand Duke, the Grand Duchess 




Louise, and the Dowager Grand Duchess of 
Hesse were in Karlsruhe during the attack. 
The Queen of Sweden was in the castle, but 
the other royal personages were at church. 

Every time the kaiser visited the battle- 
front during the latter part of 1916 and early 
part of 1917, he was in danger of losing his 
life; for it was reported in a message from 
Bern, in February, 1917, that, besides his 
narrow escape on the train, a house in which 
the German ruler slept during a visit to the 
western front a short time previously was 
hit by a bomb from a French aeroplane a few 
minutes after the kaiser, the crown prince, 
and their staffs had left. As it was, the uni- 
forms and other personal effects of the kaiser 
were destroyed, together with a number of im- 
portant documents. 

Allied air-raiders, in an attack on the St. 
Peter's station, in Ghent. Belgium, on June 8, 
1917, just missed the German Kaiser, his sec- 
ond son, Prince Eitel Friedrich, Field-Mar- 
shal von Hindenburg, and a. numerous staff, 
declared a London despatch of that date. All 
these personages were at the station when the 
attack came, said an "Exchange-Telegraph" 
correspondent on the Dutch frontier. Just 
how narrowly the kaiser escaped death is evi- 
dent from the statement that three army offi- 
cers not far from the imperial party were 

During the summer of 1917. Allied aviators 
dropped bombs on Homburg while the German 
emperor was staying there, according to a 
traveler who arrived in Copenhagen on August 
17 from Germany. This traveler, who was at 
^rankfort-on-the-Main when it was attacked 
by French aviators in the early part of Aug- 
ust, said that it was reported there that the 
.same aviators had dropped bombs on Hom- 
burg. It was said at that time that one of the 
emperor's two headquarters was in Homburg. 
Returning with his staff from the Verdun 
front, the kaiser had a narrow escape during 
a reprisal raid of a British air-squadron on 
Mannheim in December, 1917, according to a 
despatch from Basle at that time. Only about 
an hour earlier, the emporor's special train 
left the station, which was partly destroyed 
by several bombs. A section of the tracks was 
torn up, cutting communication to the north. 
In fact, the emperor's train was the last to 
leave Mannheim, and no trains arrived at 
Basle the following day from that city. Two 
bombs fell on the palace and one on the sus- 
pension-bridge across the Neckar River, both 

structures being badly damaged. An ammuni- 
tion factory in a northern suburb was blown 
up. Few persons were killed, however, as the 
employees were having a holiday. A consider- 
able number of persons were killed or injured 
within the town and several were blown into 
the Rhine. 

Prince Eitel Friedrich also came in for at- 
tention from Allied aviators, particularly 


when he was in command of the Second Divi- 
sion of the Prussian Guard in the Department 
of the Oise, in the latter days of October, 
191 5. For a time he occupied the chateau of 
Avricourt, belonging to Count Balny. French 
aviators bombed his headquarters there, and 
he left hurriedly in 1916 for Fretoy-le- 
Chateau, where he occupied the property of 
M. Dubois. He took with him all the furni- 
ture, dishes, and plates of Count Balny. 

Russian prisoners of war were brought 
there to dig a deep underground shelter from 
aeroplane bombs for the prince, 



Prince Eitel was seen every morning during 
his sojourn at Fretoy spading in the garden 
of the chateau. French aviators surprised 
him at the exercise one morning in July, 1916. 
Their bombs demolished the headquarters of 
the army telephone service and did other 
damage, whereupon the prince and his staff 
moved away. 

Two German airmen made a daring attempt 
on the life of the Czar of Russia. On the 
morning of the twelfth of April, 1916, the Ger- 
mans learned in some way that the czar was to 
hold a military review at Shvanets, and two 
machines immediately took to the air with a 
supply of bombs. 

One of the enemy machines was attacked 
near Chotin, as it came from the direction of 
Boyan, and the Russian aviators compelled 
the German sky-fighter to retreat. Mean- 
while another German machine succeeded in 
reaching Shvanets, which is on the River 
Dneister, opposite Chotin, and threw down 
bombs, the explosion of which it was stated 
at the time, wounded only a sentinel. Later 
reports, however, declared that the czar had 
been wounded, narrowly escaping death, and 
that generals Busiloc and Ivanoe, who were 
in charge of operations at the time of the 
czar's visit, were bitterly reproached. 

An attempt was made on the Rumanian 
royal family, November 15, 1915, when hostile 
aviators dropped bombs over tlie royal palace 
at Bukharest. The queen and the princess, 
however, were not in the building at the time. 
A great number of bombs wer( dropped over 
the palace. 

The royal family of Montenegro also were 
in danger from Teutonic aviators early in the 
war, and several attacks were made on places 
where they were believed to be during the first 
few months of 1915. Perhaps the most dan- 
gerous attack for the members of the royal 
family occured on April i of that year, when 
an Austrian aviator flew above the royal pal- 
ace and dropped seven bombs. None of the 
royal family was hurt, but one of the bombs, 
falling in the palace courtyard, wounded four 
civilians and caused heavy damage. 

When members of the royal family of Mon- 
tenegro left the country to seek safety in 
France, the ship on which Queen Milena, 
Princess Xenie and Vera, and the Montene- 
grin officials took passage in the night for Brin- 
disi, was pursued all the way across the 
Adriatic by submarines and sea-planes, 

In August of 1916, while King Nicholas of 
Montenegro was paying a visit to the French 
front to bestow the Montenegrin military 
medal on General Gouraud, former com- 
mar!,der of the French Expeditionary Force at 
the Dardanelles, a number of German aero- 
planes flew over the headquarters of a colonel 
of the French Army, where the king was 
stopping. The hostile machines dropped 
bombs, and, in return, drew a hot fire from 
the French artillery. The kintr, with glasses, 
followed the evolutions of the war planes, 
noting the shots that put them to flight. 

Emperor Charles of Austria-Hungary nar- 
rowly escaped death from bombs of Italian 
aviators in the latter part of February, 1917. 
The emperor was in Pola attending the funer- 
al of a former commander of the Austrian 
Navy. Archduke Frederick and other digni- 
taries were also present, and the kaiser had 
planned to attend, but was delayed at Vienna 
and could not reach Pola in time. As the 
funeral cortege passed through the streets 
the Italian aeroplanes appeared, the aviators 
dropping explosives and incendiary bombs. 
The emperor was not injured. 

By September, 1916, the Allied aviators had 
so frightened King Ferdinand of Bulgaria that 
he was reported to be spending his nights in 
sleeping in a cellar. Aviators were in the 
habit of bombing Sofia, flying from Salonica, 
and the king promptly took to the cellar, which 
he had strengthened with steel plates. It was 
said to be luxuriouslv furnished. 

When Secretary Baker went to France in 
the early part of 1918, aerial warfare was just 
becoming a dangerous factor. The Germans 
were bombing Paris and London at every 
opportunity, and Allied aviators were bombing 
German headquarters, hoping to strike the 
place where the kaiser was hiding. 

On the day that Secretary Baker was in 
Paris for a conference with General Tasker 
H. Bliss, the American Chief of Staff, and 
Major-General William M. Black, the air- 
alarm was sounded. The firemen's sirens and 
the barrage of anti-aircraft guns soon filled 
the air, and the policemen went about the city 
shouting, "Take cover !" 

The records show that on that particular 
day the kaiser, who was at his palace at Spa, 
had a similar experience and, also being a 
prudent man, he also "took cover." The kaiser 
had a special cellar at Spa which was abso- 
lutely bomb-proof, 



Author of "The Boarded-Up House," "The Slipper-Point Mystery," etc. 



So this was to be her home — and for three 
long months ! Patricia Meade dropped her 
suitcase on a convenient chair and gazed 
curiously about her. A hotel bedroom, with 
stiff-looking twin brass beds, two willow rock- 
ers, one straight chair, an imposing mahogany 
bureau, and one small table — absolutely all the 
furniture, if one excepted the stiff draperies 
at the windows and one or two not particularly 
artistic pastel pictures adorning the wall. 
Through a door and across the intervening 
sitting-room she could see another bedroom 
similarly equipped. 

In the sitting-room her father. Captain 
Meade, was tipping the grinning bell-boy who 
had brought up their luggage — a snub-nosed, 
blue-eyed, curly-haired young chap whose gaze 
was riveted adoringly on the captain's khaki 
uniform. When the boy was gone, the cap- 
tain turned to the door of Patricia's bedroom. 

"Well, honey ! Not much like home, eh ? 
Do you think you can stand it for three 
months? Jove! if she has n't got her suit- 
case and is unpacking already !" 

Patricia was indeed frantically flinging her 
belongings about. 

"Oh, it 's jolly !" she replied, over her shoul- 
der. "But you 're right about it 's not being 
much like home. I felt as if I 'd just expire 
if I could n't see a few things strewn around 
in a sort of careless and cozy way, as if people 
really lived here !" She rose suddenly from 
her kneeling posture before the suitcase, ran 
across the room, and thumped both stiff pillows 
on the beds, knocking them a trifle awry. 
"There ! Now they look more like real beds 
that you sleep in and less like advertisements 
in the back of a magazine !" She laughed. 
"The sitting-room 's a little better, with that 
big table and the pretty reading-lamp and the 
comfortable chairs. But do let 's get a lot of 
papers and magazines and books at once, and 
have them lying all around as we do at home. 
Mother would be scandalized — she 's always 
picking them up after us," she went rattling 
on, and then stopped abruptly, lips quivering, 
eyes bright with sudden tears. 

"If mother could only be with us !" she 

"Now, honey, don't — " the captain soothed 
her, laying his arm lovingly around her shoul- 
der. "Remember you 're a soldier's daughter; 
and — well, brace up ! Mother 's going to be 
beautifully taken care of in that sanatorium, 
and Aunt Harriet is with her, to keep her com- 
pany and incidentally to indulge in some little 
pet cures of her own, on the side." 

"But why, oh ! why did it have to nappcn 
just nowf" wailed Patricia, refusing to be 

"Is it any wonder that sne broke down com- 
pletely and had a bad case of nervous protra- 
tion after waiting over a year for me to come 
back from France? And feeling sure, too, for 
the last six months that she 'd never see me 
alive again after she heard I 'd been taken a 
prisoner to Germany? It 's enough to have 
broken down the nerve of a cave-woman. And 
your mother was always delicate." 

"Oh, Daddy ! it was like getting you back 
from the dead," sighed Patricia, hiding her 
head on his shoulder and shuddering at the 
memory. "And in three months you 're going 
back again !" 

"But not to the dangers and horrors this 
time," he reminded her, and, "worse luck !" he 
added half under his breath. "Fortunately or 
vmfortunately, my constitution will never stand 
the strain of trench life again, after a few 
months of German prison diet, etc. But I 'm 
only too thankful that the Government has 
found use for me in some other capacity." 

Patricia, who had been perched on his knee, 
snuggling her head in his coat-collar, suddenly 
sat up straight and looked him in the eyes. 

"Daddy, can't you tell me what it is you 're 
doing?" she begged. "I don't ask just from 
idle curiosity. I want to understand. I want 
to help you if I can. I love America, and I am 
a soldier's daughter, and I want to act intelli- 
gently about things and be of some use. That 's 
one reason I 'm so glad you 've allowed me to 
be with you in this strange, big city and in this 
great hotel for three months — besides the joy 
of not being separated from you before you 
go back to Europe again for goodness knows 
how long! / want to do something for my 
country, too !" 

The captain stroked his short mustache for 
several silent moments before answering. 

"I quite understand how you feel," he said 




at length. "And I appreciate it. You 're seven- 
teen, Patricia — almost a woman grown. I 
know I could trust you utterly with the whole 
thing, but it is n't wise — in fact, it is n't even 
allowable. A government secret is a govern- 
ment secret, and cannot be revealed even to 
one's nearest and dearest. This much only I 
can tell you. While I was a prisoner I stum- 
bled upon a very valuable secret, something 
new possessed by the enemy, which, however, 
they have not had the gumption to make use 
of properly. But I saw that it could be vastly 
improved upon and made a hundred times more 
effective. The Government has charged me 
with this task, and I 'm to take it back with me 
when I go. It 's a very vital and important 
thing, Patricia, and may turn the tide for us. 
More I cannot tell you. It would not be wise 
or even safe for you to know. And you can 
help me most by appearing to know nothing 
whatever about my affairs. Remember that — 
to knoiv notJiing, whatever happens." He 
was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door 
and went to open it. 

"Telegram for you, sir," grinned the bell- 
l)oy of the snub nose and twinkling eyes. Cap- 
tain Meade tore it open hastily. 

"Here 's a pretty pickle !" he exclaimed, 
handing the yellow slip to Patricia. "Your 
Aunt Evelyn fell yesterday, just before she 
was to take the train from Chicago to meet us 
here, and will be laid up for the next six or 
eight weeks with a broken leg. Just like 
Evelyn !" he added impatiently. "She was 
always the worst youngster for falling down 
and getting damaged at critical moments. And 
she 's kept it up cons'stently all the rest of her 
life. I 'm sorry, for her, of course, but what 
on earth are we to do?" 

They stared blankly at each other. 

"Poor Aunt Evelyn !" sighed Patricia, sym- 
pathetically. "She was looking forward so to 
this three months' holiday ! She wrote that she 
had n't been away from home even a week 
for the last ten years, and was going to enjoy 
the rest so much. I 'm awfully sorry for her. 
She. '11 be so disappointed." 

"Yes, but that docs n't solve the problem of 
what we 're going to do," argued the captain. 
"She was to be your companion here. I can't 
be around all the time. I may even have to 
be away several days at a stretch. A young 
girl like you can't stay alone in a big hotel. 
What in Sancho arc we going to do?" Pie ran 
his hands through his hair despairingly. "It 
was only on the basis of her being able to join 

us that your mother and I consented to this 
arrangement at all. I guess now 3'ou '11 have 
to go out to Chicago and stay with her, after 
all. There 's nowhere else for you to go." 

"Oh, Daddy. Daddy, don't!" implored Pa- 
tricia, hurling herself at him in a panic. "I 
could n't, I simply could n't, stand being parted 
from you now. Aunt Evelyn would be in bed 
and a trained nurse puttering around her all 
the time — there 'd be nothing for me to do. I 'd 
be simply wretched. We can have such a cozy 
time here, -we two, and I '11 promise to be 
very good and quiet and read a lot, and stay 
here in our own suite all by myself when you 
are away. I 've brought a lot of fancywork, 
too, and I 'm going to do Red Cross knitting 
'and make all my Christmas presents during 
these three summer months. So I '11 be very, 
very busy. Do say yes. Daddy!" 

Captain Meade looked only half convinced. 

"I don't like it at all, Patricia. It will not 
only be lonely for you ; it may possibly even 
be dangerous. There are spies about us all 
the time. If they should happen to nose out 
my mission, they 'd no doubt try to make it 
hot for me — and for you, too. Your Aunt Eve- 
lyn was to be your safeguard. But. now — " 

Patricia suddenly interrupted him. 

"Do you have to go away for any length of 
time very soon? I mean, to go for several 
days ?" 

"Well, no," he admitted. "I 'm supposed to 
be giving lectures at the churches and Y. M. 
C. A.'s of this city and hereabout on my ex- 
periences as a prisoner. That, however, is 
hardly more than a 'blind' to cover my real 
work. It will take me away some afternoons 
and evenings, but I shall not stay away over- 
night for a few weeks yet, in all likelihood." 

"Then, Daddy," urged the wily Patricia, 
grasping eagerly at this straw, "until you find 
you have really to be absent for any length of 
time, let me stay with you. If later on you 
should find you must go, then we can see what 
to do. Meantime let 's be happy together for 
a while and see what 's going to turn up. 
I '11 even go to Chicago then, if you insist." 

And then Captain Meade relinquished the 
argument, glad to settle the vexed question, 
at least temporarily. "Very well," he said a 
trifle relunctantl}' ; "stay you shall, since you 
wish it so, at least for a while. But, Patricia, 
attend to what I am going to say, and never 
forget it under any circumstances. It 's an 
old saying that 'walls have ears,' but it was 
never truer than it is in these days and in a 




big hotel. Trust no one. Hear everything, 
see everything — and say nothing. My very 
hfe, arid even yours too, may depend upon 
your obeying me in this impHcitly." 

Patricia nodded gravely. "I understand. 
Father," was all she replied. But her brain 
was a-whirl with feverish, delicious excite- 
ment. "Spies," "danger," "secret mission" — 
the magic words gave her an indescribable 
thrill. And yet, with it all, she realized, too, 
the gravity of the affair ; and the realization 
served to give her a mental balance beyond 
her years. 

"But now let 's go down to dinner," cried 
the captain, gaily, glad to change to a subject 
less tense. "I 've an appetite worthy of an 
ex-prisoner in a German camp !" 

As they passed out into the corridor, Patricia 
glanced up at the number over their door. 
"Suite 403 !" she said, squeezing her father's 
arm. "Now I wonder just what 's going to 
happen to us while this is our home number?" 



They made their way through the long cor- 
ridors, down the elevator, past the cozy sun- 
parlors, and into the imposing dining-room. 
To Patricia it was all a splendid adventure, 
even without the strange, new element so re- 
cently hinted at by her father. 

"Daddy," she began, when they were settled 
at a comfortable table for two in a remote 
corner, "I wonder if you realize how simply 
heavenly it is for me to sit down to a meal 
like this (not to speak of all the meals to 
come) and pick out just the things I want 
to eat, without having cooked or helped to 
cook them all beforehand, and knowing I won't 
have to wash the dishes afterward !" She 
])icked up the menu and scanned it luxuriously. 
"Now I think some cream-of-asparagus soup 
and a tenderloin steak and some nice French- 
fried potatoes would just suit me to-night." 

There was no response to her remark, and 
glancing up curiously, she found her father's 
gaze riveted on the waiter who had just ar- 
rived to take their order. Patricia, too, turned 
her attention to the man, and found him a 
singularly unprepossessing person. He was 
of medium height, with a swarthy skin, and 
black hair plastered closely down the sides of 
his head. His eyebrows were extremely black 
and bushy, and one eyelid drooped conspicu- 
ously. Several of his prominent front teeth 
were of gold, and gleamed in a sinister man- 

ner when he spoke. His voice was thick and 
husky and had a foreign accent. 

"Are you to be the regular man for this 
table?" questioned the captain. The man 
merely nodded in sullen affirmation. 

"I want to know your name," pursued Cap- 
tain Meade. "I expect to be here some time 
and may keep this table. And if I 'm going 
to have any one about me regularly, I prefer 
to call him by the name that belongs to him. 
What 's yours?" 

"Peter Stoger," still sullenly. 

"What nationality?" 


"Very well, Peter. You may take our 
order." And without further remark the cap- 
tain dismissed him. 

"Daddy, I don't like that man," whispered 
Patricia when he was gone. "He looks like 
an alien enemy. I don't believe he 's Swiss 
at all. Can't we have another? I know he 's 
going to make me uncomfortable and worry 

"Oh, he 's all right," replied the captain, 
easily. "You must learn not to mind an unpre- 
possessing outer appearance. H he makes a 
good waiter, nothing else about him will mat- 
ter much to us. Don't get 'spies' on the brain." 

Patricia subsided, unconvinced, and they 
both gazed quietly about them for the few 
moments while they were waiting to be served. 

"Oh, Daddy," whispered Patricia, "don't 
look for a minute or two, but is n't that a 
lovely woman at the table diagonally at our 
right, just a little behind you? She reminds 
me somehow of Aunt Evelyn. And there 's 
a pretty girl with her, just about my age, I 
should think; but I wonder what makes her 
look so queer and cross and — and sullen." 

After a proper interval. Captain Meade 
glanced in the direction indicated. The 
woman's appearance was certainly striking 
enough to attract attention in any assembly. 
Her wavy gray hair was elaborately dressed, 
she had large, liquid brown eyes, she was 
beautifully, if quietly, gowned, and was of im- 
posing height and build. 

"She does look a little like your Aunt 
Evelyn," he agreed, "only much handsomer 
and more imposing; and the young person with 
her docs n't seem to be enjoying life." 

The girl in question did indeed appear very 
unhappy. She was fifteen or sixteen years 
old, but of a slight, fragile build that made her 
seem younger. Her hair, a mass of dark curls, 
was tied back simply at the nape of her neck. 



But her lovely face was marred by a pouting, 
sullen mouth, and her big dark eyes gazed 
about her with an expression that struck 
Patricia as one half frightened, half rebellious. 
She did not often look about her, however, 
but kept her gaze in the main riveted on her 
plate. Her companion chatted with her almost 
continuously, but she answered only in mono- 
syllables or not at all. 

They were a strange pair. Patricia could 
not understand them at all, nor could she, for 
the remainder of the meal, keep her eyes long 
from turning toward their table. The older 
woman fascinated her not only by her hand- 
some appearance and vague resemblance to 
her aunt, but also because of some subtle at- 
traction in her vivacious manner. Once she 
looked up suddenly, caught Patricia's gaze 
fixed on her, and smiled in so winning a man- 
ner that Patricia was impelled to smile back 
in response. The girl puzzled her by her 
strange, inexplicable conduct toward one who 
was so evidently interested and absorbed in 
her. Patricia found herself wondering more 
and more what could be the relationship be- 
tween the two. 

But their own meal now delightfully fin- 
ished with French ice-cream and tiny cups of 
black coffee, Patricia and her father rose to 
leave the dining-room. Their way led directly 
past the table that had so deeply interested 
Patricia. As she approached it, she noticed 
that a dainty handkerchief belonging to the 
older woman had fallen unheeded to the floor 
at her side. Stooping to pick it up, Patricia 
restored it, and was rewarded by another 
charming smile and a "Thank you, dear !" But 
in the same instant her eye caught that of 
the young girl, and was held by it for a Idng, 
tense moment. Patricia was no practised 
reader of expression, but it seemed to her that 
in this moment, fear, hope, dread, and longing 
were all mirrored successively in the beautiful 
dark eyes raised to her face. Then the lids 
were dropped, and the girl went on eating in 
apparent unconcern. 

Patricia and her father passed on. They 
had almost reached the door of the big dining- 
room when Captain Meade stopped suddenly 
to grasp the hand of an elderly lady seated 
at a table near the door. 

"Mrs. Quale ! by all things unexpected ! 
How do you happen to be here? Let me 
present my daughter Patricia." Patricia made 
her best curtesy to one of the quaintest little 
elderly ladies she thought she had ever seen. 

"Delighted tQ know Patricia," began Mrs. 
Quale. "I 'm here by virtue of having my 
house burn down, not exactly over my head, 
but while I was away in New Haven. Care- 
lessness of old Juno, my colored cook. She 
would keep too hot a range fire and overheated 
the chimney. At any rate, here I am till the 
thing is rebuilt, and a precious long job they 
are making of it, with all these war-time re- 
strictions. So this is Patricia ! I saw her 
once before, when she was a tiny baby. Are 
you staying here. Captain Meade?" 

The captain sketched briefly for her the 
reason of their presence in the big hotel — 
his wife's breakdown and departure to a sana- 
torium; the closing-up of their home and his 
coming to the city with Patricia for a combi- 
nation holiday for her and lecture-program 
for him; of their disappointment about Aunt 
Evelyn, and their consequent predicament. 

"Well, don't you worry your head another 
moment about Patricia," laughed Mrs. Quale. 
"Fate seems to have arranged things very 
nicely so that I should be here to act as her 
chaperon whenever necessary, and general 
adviser at all times. My suite is 720, ninth 
floor. Be sure you call on me soon, Patricia, 
and we '11 get really acquainted in short order. 
Your father played in my back yard as a 
child (his house was right next door to ours), 
so I feel quite like a grandmother to you." 

"I like Mrs. Quale, Daddy," Patricia con- 
fided to her father as they were ascending in 
the elevator to their rooms. "I like the way 
her hair is fixed in those queer, old-fashioned 
scallops, and her dear, round, soft face, and 
her jolly manner. But how is it I 've never 
heard you speak of her before?" 

"She is an old friend of my boyhood days," 
replied her father, "and, as she said, we used 
to live next door to her. I don't know why 
I did n't think of her right away when your 
aunt's telegram came. I should n't have hesi- 
tated to take you straight to her and put you 
in her care. However, if her house is out of 
commission and she 's staying here, it answers 
the purpose even better. You must be sure 
to call on her in her rooms to-morrow. Now 
I 'm afraid you 're in for a lonely evening, 
Patricia, for I have an important business mat- 
ter to attend to, and may be detained rather 
late. Telephone down to the office for any- 
thing you need or any attention you want, but 
don't leave these rooms on any consideration 
— short of a fire. To-morrow we '11 do the 
town and go out somewhere in the evening. 


[Nov I 

so I hope you won't be lonely to-night — eh, 
honey ?" 

"Indeed I won't be lonely. Don't you worry 
about me a minute !" agreed Patricia. " I 've 
heaps of things to do." 

When Captain ]\Ieade had gone, Patricia 
flew about, busily occupying herself with un- 
packing her trunk and making her bedroom 
a little more homelike with a few of her own 
personal knicknacks and belongings. When 
this occupation could be prolonged no further, 
she sank down in a cozy chair by the table in 
the living-room, intending to read a magazine, 
but in reality to dream delightfully over the 
events of the day and her father's strange, 
half-exhilarating, half-terrifying hints. 

A great hotel full of people, — literally hun- 
dreds of them, coming and going continually, 
some of them friends, some of them enemies, 
perhaps, and she, Patricia Meade, in the cen- 
ter of it, — she and her father the very center 
of a whirlpool of plots and danger, perhaps ! 
Then more sober thought reminded her that 
there was, in all probability, no likelihood of 
anything particularly thrilling happening ex- 
cept in her own imagination, and she laughed 
at herself for romancing. They would have 
a very delightful holiday, she and her father. 
He would accomplish safely and without dif- 
ficulty the mission that occupied him, they 
would return home to a reunited household at 
the end of the summer, and then he would go 
away "over there" again. 

At this point in her reverie she suddenly 
dropped into an unpleasant depression and de- 
cided to send for a sandwich and a glass of 
milk, write a tiny note to her mother, and go 
to bed. All at once she realized how very 
tired she was and how the excitement and 
exhilaration had all evaporated, leaving only 
weariness in their place. Rather timidly she 
telephoned her order to the office and sat down 
again to await its arrival. 

Five minutes later she answered a knock at 
the door, to find the grinning, imp-like bell-boy 
of their first encounter standing there with a 

"Did n't have no chicken left, ma'am, so I 
got you tongue. Best I could do," he vouch- 

"Oh, thanks! That will do just as well," 
she replied ; then something impelled her to 
inquire, "Do you always answer the calls in 
this corrdior?" 

"Yep — at least I try to work it tnat way. 
I got a reason !" he ended darkly. 

"A reason? What is it?" she asked idly. 

"Not allowed to tell. State secret. Gov- 
ernor forbids it." Pie grinned; and Patricia 
found herself laughing as much at his serio- 
comic expression as at his very apparent non- 
sense. "Anything else wanted?" he ended. 

"Nothing but your name," she replied, fol- 
lowing her father's tactics. "If you 're going 
to be around here regularly, my father would 
like to know it." 

"Oh, it 's Chester, just Chester Jackson; 
but mostly I 'm called Chet," he said, apparent- 
ly a trifle dumfounded to think that any one 
should care for the information. To the hotel 
at large he was only "Number 27." 

"Well, good-night. That will be all, I 
think." And Patricia turned back into the 
room to lay the tray on the table. But as she 
retraced her steps to close the door, she sud- 
denly remembered that she had meant to order 
ice-water for the night also, and walked out 
into the corridor to see if Chfet was still in 
sight. He was not, however, and she turned 
back toward her own door, murmuring, "Oh, 
well, it does n't really matter. I don't want to 
bother .'phoning down again. Daddy can senrl 
for it when he comes in." 

What impelled her just at that instant to 
turn her head and glance over her shoulder 
she never quite knew. Perhaps if she had not, 
if she had gone quietly in and closed her door, 
all future events might have been different. 
At any rate, turn her head she did, drawn 
by some mysterious power, and beheld a curi- 
ous sight. 

A door diagonally opposite her own, across 
the corridor, was standing a trifle ajar. It 
had not been so while she was talking to the 
bell-boy, of that she was positive, nor had she 
heard the faintest sound of its being opened. 
And in the opening was framed a face, gazing 
at her absorbedly, intently. Patricia's heart 
gave a sudden leap. It was the face of the 
young girl she had noticed in the dining-room. 

So unexpected to both was this encounter 
of eyes that for a long instant neither could 
remove her gaze. Patricia was first to recover 
her poise ; moreover, truth to tell, she was even 
a trifle pleased at this opportunity to break 
the growing monotony of the evening. She 
smiled her friendliest smile at the face across 
the corridor, and with its resultant effect on 
the girl in the opposite doorway she was not 
a little astonished. The expression in the big 
black eyes changed suddenly from watchful- 
ness to wonder, and a slow, reluctant answer- 


mg smile curved the sullen mouth. The effect 
was like a shaft of sunlight breaking through 
a black cloud. 

"I was looking for our bell-boy," Patricia 
:alled across laughingly and informally. "He 
escaped before I could ask for ice-water." 

"Oh, thanks ! Since yOU are so very — " 
At this moment the door of the room ad- 
joining liers opened, and a waiter came out, 
bearing in his hands a tray of used dishes, 
and passed directly between them, along the 
corridor. He glanced neither to the right nor 


The girl in the opposite doorway suddenly 
realized that her presence too, might call for 
some explanation. 

"I was looking for my — ah — for Madame 
Vanderpoel," she hesitated. 'She has gone out. 
I am a little lonely — and was watching for 
her — to return." She spoke with a noticeably 
foreign accent, and her manner was reticent 
and confused. But Patricia, for some inex- 
plicable reason, felt immediately drawn to her. 
The girl was lonely. So was she. What pos- 
sible objection could there be to spending a 
while in each others' company? 

"Why, I 'm lonely, too," she vouchsafed. 
"My father was to be away for all the evening. 
Won't you come in and sit with me awhile ? 
I 've a couple of sandwiches that we can divide, 
or I can send for more. Do come !" 

For a moment it seemed as if the girl was 
about to consent. A surprised, dimpling smile 
lit her face for a instant, and she replied: 

left, and disappeared in a moment down the 
turning at the end of the hall Patricia 
realized with a tiny qualm of dislike that it 
was the waiter of her own table. But his 
passing had broken the spell of the new 

"I thank you — but — this evening I must 
stay in the room," the girl resumed, inex- 
plicably contradicting what she had plainly in- 
tended to say at first. The bright smile was 
gone. Her face had again assumed the 
clouded, sullen expression. Patricia was 
thoroughly puzzled. 

"Well, that 's too bad !" was all she could 
find to reply. "Same here, or perhaps I could 
run over to you. Are you staying here long?" 

"I think so. I am not sure how long." 

"Oh, well, then we '11 have plenty of time to 
get acquainted. Good night" Patricia ended 
pleasantly, as she closed her door. 

(To be continued) 

The MvQnWirQ of 
the (Ddter-Khi^ht 



Kay had this pecularity , that his breath lasted nine days and nine 
nights under water, and he could exist nine days and nine nights with- 
out sleep. . . . And he had another peculiarity — so great zvas the heat 
of his nature that when it rained hardest, whatever he carried remained 
dry for a hand-breath above and a hand-breath below his hand ; and 
when his companions were coldest, it was to them as fuel tvith which to 
light their fire. 

Froyn the Tale of Kilhwch and Olwen. 

Down, down, where the Hght is green and blue, deep down in the under-sea ; 
Through tangled forests where no birds sing, but fish swim silently ; 
Past coral castles that arch and spire, where the blue-haired sea-folk dwell ; 
Past old sea-gardens, dim as a dream, o'ergrown with weed and shell ; 

Down, down, to the wide wet pasture-lands, where the mild sea-cows graze 
(Faintly their bells ring rp through the sea, as they wander the sandy ways) ; 
And on to the lonesome, weedy wastes that border the deeps unknown. 
Where, silent and slow and ceaselessly, the tides march up and down. 

Through that unknown world, 'neath the blue sea-roof, swam the Wondering Roy 
and Kay, 

Kay the Knight, who for nine full suns in the watery world could stay; 
And whatever he carried for light or warmth or food in his charmed hand, 
For a hand-breadth over and underneath was as dry as if borne on land. 

Armored from head to foot was Kay, like a great fish silver-scaled. 
On many a quest had he set forth, and never a quest had failed. 
But never a quest like this before ! The earth was filled with despair, 
For the old sea-dragon, so long asleep, had sprung from his secret lair. 

From the gem-lit caverns the sea-folk loved, he forced them all to flee, 
And strewn in glittering, wave-swept heaps lay the cities of the sea. 
From coast to coast had the dragon raged, still proof against mortal might; 
Till quick to the cry of the Wondering Boy came the valiant Water-Knight. 




Now a sea-horse passed them, wild with fear, his white mane streaming back; 
And now a bevy of Httle fish, with their eyes agog, in his track; 
Then a murmurous music drifted by, Hke the song of a shore-bound shell, 
And a group of little sea-maids fled past, waving a white farewell. 

On the verge of the lower seas they stood ; and before they plunged below, 

Kay kindled the silver lamp he bore, which burned with a steady glow. 

Far up through the watery dark they gazed, then dived through the deep once more, 

Till they came to a long gray shape of dread that lay on the ocean floor. 

"Now challenge him fair !" cried the Water-Knight, "as an Englishman must do. 
No knight may creep on his foe by stealth who would keep his honor true." 
"Come out!" cried the Boy. "We are Englishmen !" They stood as a shining mark. 
The answer came with a hissing sound — a bolt, shot out of the dark. 

"My fay !" cried the Knight, in sudden wrath. "Now hold up the lantern high. 
Since this is the only tongue he speaks, we will make him a like reply." 
Swiftly he hurled his faery lance, and leaped to the monster's side; 
While the Boy held the silver lantern high, and the light spread fair and wide. 

The bolts shot out, and the bright steel flashed, and ever its aim was true ; 
But harmless it glanced from the dragon's side, ere back to the Knight it flew. 
"Is he proof against faery steel ?" asked Kay, as his strength was overborne. 
The faery lamp gave a sudden flare and flashed on the dragon's horn — 

The single, towering magical horn that grew on the monster's brow. 

Straight to that mark the lance went true, and the dragon was vanquished now : 

A dumb and sightless and coward thing, he rolled on the ocean bed, 

While swift through the seas, from rock to cave, the wonderful tidings spread. 

The sea-folk builded their walls again to the music of singing strings; 
While, thronging along the ocean paths, danced jubilant, finny things. 
The mer-children played by the dragon's side, and wove him a seaweed crown, 
As he lay, a helpless and harmless thing, where the tides march up and down. 




Author of "On the Battlefront of Engineering," "Inventions of the Great War," etc. 

In the last issue of St. Nicholas we outlined 
a plan for an entire village of small houses — 
not doll-houses, but buildings made of large 
packing-boxes, large enough for the builders 
and citizens of Packing-box Village. The first 
work, after laying out the village, was to build 
a barn, which could be used as a general con- 
struction headquarters and storehouse for tools 
and materials. Although not a very interest- 
ing building, the barn was a good piece of 
work to begin with, because it did not have to 
be as neatly finished as a cottage, and mistakes 
made in constructing it did not matter much, 
while the experience afforded in erecting it 
will help us in constructing the rest of the 
buildings. Now we are going to build one of 
the cottages, and we shall have to be very care- 
ful to make a neat job of it. 


Before we go any farther we should equip 
ourselves with a couple of devices which are 
indispensable to carpenters, namely, a level 
and a miter-box, and of the two we ought to 
make the miter-box first, because we shall need 
it in makin.g the level. The construction of 
the miter-box is shown very clearly in Figs. 
I and 2. It consists of an open trough i8" 
long, made of i" stuff. The bottom board 
should be 8" wide and the side boards 6" 
high. After the trough has been made we 
must lay out two diagonal lines at an angle of 
45°, as well as one line at the center of the box 
at right angles to its length. To do this we 
must first draw a line across the top of the box 
at the center, as indicated at A-A, Fig. 2, and 
this should be extended down the side boards, 
both inside and out. It would be best to bor- 
row a carpenter's square in order to be sure to 
get these lines at right angles to the box Then, 
very carefully, we must saw down through the 
sides of the box along these lines to the bot- 
tom board of the miter-box. This done, lines 

should be drawn on the outside of each side 
board 5" from this center cut, and diagonal 
lines should be drawn across the upper edges 
of the side boards connecting these lines, as 
shown at B-B and C-C. These lines will be 
inclined at an angle of exactly 45° if our 
measurements have been correct. After hav- 
ing drawn our lines, we may proceed to make 
the two diagonal cuts with the saw. It will 
help us to keep our saw at the proper angle 
if we tack guide-strips to the box, as shown 
in Fig. 3. Of course, these strips are to be 
removed after the cuts have been made. 


An ordinary spirit-level may be picked up for 
a few cents in a hardware store, but boys who 
like to do things will prefer making their own 
level. As a spirit-level is not very readily 
made, we had better resort to the old-fashioned 
carpenter's level, shown in Fig. 4. First we 
must find a straight piece of wood about 2^" 
wide and 24" long; this may be of Ya" stuff, 
or even narrower. One face of this stick, 
which is to form the bottom of the level, should 
be planed perfectly true. Next we shall re- 
quire two strips 12" long and ij^" wide, which 
must have their ends cut at an angle of 45° in 
our miter-box. In order to have both sticks 
of exactly the same length, they should both 
be placed in the miter-box, one on top of the 
other, and the saw cut made through the two 
together. Assemble the pieces as shown in 
the drawing. The strips should be glued to- 
gether, and to the bottom piece, and also 
nailed fast with long brads. A double-point 
carpet-tack should be driven into the two 
sticks at the top of the level, and to this a 
cord should be tied, with a weight at the 
lower end. For the weight, or plumb-bob, 
we may use a sinker, or, if that is not to 
be had, a stone will do. Next we must 
make a mark on the bottom stick which 



<>/ / 

rv Double point tack 

Plu^b bob 



will register with the plumb-line when this 
stick is in level position. To find the right 
place for this mark, we may set the level on a 
couple of blocks, as shown in the drawing, 
and mark lightly the position of the plumb- 
line. Then the level may be turned around 
and the position of the plumb-line noted again. 
If the two blocks are not on absolutely the 
same level, we shall 
have two lines marked 
on the bottom stick, 
and the true level line 
will then be just half- 
way between the two 
lines. This should be 
scored with a knife, so 
that It may not easily 
be obliterated. 


Now we are ready for 
work on the cottage. 
We shall suppose that 
we have obtained two 
boxes of the same size, 
and that these boxes 
measure 4'-6" in height 
and width and 3'-6" in 
depth. Boxes are usu- 
ally made with a 
framed end, to which 
the side boards are 
nailed. It will be an 
advantage to have the 
walls of our house 
built with vertical 
boards, and so we had 
better set the boxes on 
end. The upper framed 
ends should be taken 
out, leaving the boxes 
open to the roof, so as 
to furnish more head 


To avoid damp floors, 
it will be well to raise 
the boxes off the 

ground. If we can fina eight stout boxes, 
measuring about a foot each way, they will 
make excellent foundation posts. Fig. 5 
shows a plan view of our cottage. It will 

be noted that we are going to have a front 
porch 3'-6" wide, and the foundation posts are 
shown by dotted lines at the corners of the 
porch and of each box. After the house has 
been completed, the space between the boxes 
can be filled in with rough stone walls, made 
by wedging in stones without any mortar to 
hold them in place. This is what is known as 

ti3 = 

fGuide strips 

^ Foundotron pojts 

"dry masonry." If boxes are not to be had, 
maybe we can find three sticks of wood mea- 
suring 2" by 4" in section and io'-6" long. 
These can be laid on edge the full length of 




the foundation, one at each side of the house 
and one in the center, and they should be care- 
fully wedged in with the stones so that they 
will have an even bearing throughout. If 
2x4 timbers cannot be obtained, maybe we 
can get hold of a few bricks to raise the house 
off the ground. At any rate, something should 
be done to provide an air space under the 
floors. Care must be taken to have the founda- 
tions level. Here is where the carpenter's level 
will have to be used. If boxes or bricks are 
used as foundation posts, set a board on edge 
on the posts and use the level on the edge of 
the board to see whether the boxes are level. 


After the foundations have been prepared, and 
before placing the two boxes on them, we must 
cut the two doorways in the forward box, as 
shown in the plan view, and we must also re- 
move one of the 4'-6" sides of the second box, 
because it will not be necessary to have a 
double wall between the two rooms. The door- 
ways of the house should be at least 20" wide, 
and, if the boxes are large enough, it would be 
well to make the front door 24" wide. After 
the upper end-pieces have been removed from 
the boxes, the boards of the side walls will be 
left without support at their upper ends, and 
it will be well to nail them to frame strips two 
or three inches wide, as indicated in Fig- 6. 
These will also serve as the lintels where they 
cross the door openings, and, as the doors will 
open inward, the frame-piece at the front of 
the house should be nailed to the outside of the 
box, while the rest are nailed to the inside of 
the two boxes. 

We are now ready to place the two boxes 
on their foundations, and the joint between 
them should be closed with a cover-strip about 
3" wide. Before working on the roof of the 
cottage we may as well make our doors and 
windows. The doors may be made out of the 
boards removed from the doorways. The 
boards are held together by a couple of bat- 
tens, in the same way that the barn door was 
made. For the jamb we should use a 2" strip 
lapping over the doorway about for the 
door to close against. At the front door we 
shall need a similar strip (A, Fig. 6) on the 
other side to complete the doorway. There 
should also be a sill at the bottom of the door- 
way, which, however, should not be placed 
until the porch floor has been laid. A couple 
of cheap hinges may be used to hang each 

door, but do not hang the front door until the 
sill is in place. 

For our windows we shall find it most con- 
venient to use sliding sashes that move side- 
wise instead of up and down. The six win- 
dow openings may be made as were those of 
the barn. They should be 16" wide and 20" 
high. Before the openings are cut out, frame- 
pieces 2" wide are nailed across the top and 
bottom, extending two inches beyond the line 
of the window opening at each side. After the 
opening has been sawed out, a sill 2^" wide is 
nailed on, and the window-frame is completed 
by adding two side-pieces. Fig. 7. The sill is 
notched as shown in Fig. 8 to fit into the 
window opening. 

The form of the window-sash will depend 
upon the material we have to glaze oui- win- 
dows. It may be of glass, celluloid, cloth, or 
oiled paper. In any case, we must first make 
a frame of Va" stuff, 1V2" wide. The sash 
should measure 18" x 22" outside. It should 
be mitered at the corners, as shown in Fig. 9, 
and the pieces should be fastened together with 
glue and nails. If we are to have a glass win- 
dow, we shall have to nail i" strips around the 
four sides of the sash, leaving a frame for the 
glass to rest in. The glass is temporarily 
held in place by brads, or by triangular little 
snips of tin which may be obtained from any 
glazier, and then it is firmly secured by 
means of putty. A sectional view of the win- 
dow-sash is shown in Fig. 10. As a sheet of 
glass i6"x2o" is not readily to be found, and 
costs something to buv, we may find it advis- 
able to divide our sash in two by means of a 
crosspiece at the center, as shown. If we use 
any material other than glass for our windows, 
it may be held down by nailing the i" strips 
over it. Guides for the sash to slide in may 
be made of a couple of rails. A, A, Fig. 7, and 
a couple of overlapping strips, B,B. 


The roof of the cottage may be made exactly 
as was the roof of the barn. We shall need 
three gables, one at each end and one in the 
middle. For the middle one we had better 
use a double set of rafters, so as to provide 
a broad surface for joining the roof boards 
if they are not long enough to extend the full 
length of the roof. Now that we have a miter- 
box, we can cut the rafters at the top so that 
they will fit accurately, provided the roof has 
a slant of 45°, The rafters should be about f 




wide, which means that they should have a 
length of 4'-6", so as to provide an overhang of 
a foot at the eaves. Our barn-roof was made 
without any very careful attention to water 
tightness. This will not do for the cottages. 
The roof boards may be lapped, as shown in 
Fig. II, or we may leave them flat, as in the 
barn roof, and cover them with tar-paper. An- 
other alternative is to shingle the roof. Maybe 
we can pick up a lot of old shingles from some 
house which is having its roof renovated; or if 
we have a large number 
of peach-baskets, we 
can use the thin slabs 
in the baskets for 
shingles. Fig. 12 shows 
how they should be 
laid, each course break- 
ing joints with the 
course of shingles it 

For the chimney of 
the house we may use 
a small box with two 
broad notches cut in it, 
as shown in Fig. 13, so 
that it will fit over the 
peak of the roof. If 
the roof is shingled, 
the chimney should be 
nailed fast to the roof 
before the shingles are 

Before placing the 
roof on the two boxes 
we should cut a win- 
dow in the front gable, 
and it produces a bet- 
ter efifect if we shingle 
the gable. It will add 
still further to the ap- 
pearance of the house 
if the corners of these 
shingles are cut as in- 
dicated in Fig. 14. 


After the roof has 
been placed on the 
house we may proceed 
with the construction 
of the porch. One of 
the box ends may be 
used to form the floor 

of our porch. \\^e shall need three posts or col- 
umns to carry the porch roof. These should be 
at least 2" square and preferably larger. If 
we have no wood of this size, we can build 
up each post out of a couple of i" strips 
nailed together. These posts will have to 
be toe-nailed to the floor of the porch; that 
is, they must be fastened by means of nails 
driven in at an angle through the sides of the 
posts and into the floor. At the top they are 
fastened to a frame, as indicated in Fig. 15, 




which consists of a 2" strip in front and two 
side pieces that taper from a width of 5" at 
the face of the house to 2" at the front of the 
porch. On this frame are nailed the roof 
boards of the porch. These ought to have an 
overhang of three or four inches all around, 
and they will have to be cut away near the 
house to clear the eaves of the main roof. 


The construction of the balustrade around the 
porch is shown in Figs. 16 and 17. The dis- 
tance between posts should be just two feet. 
For the balusters we shall need a lot of i" 
pieces of wood A. They should be 24" long. 

(To be 

At the top and bottom they are fitted between 
strips B, B, and C, C, to which they arc nailed 
fast. Space the balusters evenly, and the best 
way of doing this is to fit a measuring-block 
between each pair before nailing the baluster 
in place. A fancier balustrade may be made by 
alternating the pieces A with boards D, D, 
about 3" wide, as shown in Fig. 17. The top 
and bottom strips, B, B, C, C , must be two 
feet long to fit between the posts. The balus- 
trade is fastened to the posts by first nailing 
blocks B, £, to the posts and then nailing the 
strips B and C to these blocks. A rail, P, is 
then nailed on. Nail down a piece of wood 
about 2j/<" wide for the sill of the door. The 
door is then hung on its hinges. 



It seems a long time ago now, but once upuu 
a rather exciting time and at a very important 
point, — right in front of the Hindenburg Line, 
— Lieutenant Sterns, of the I02d Engineers, 
ordered a bowstring span made. So an engi- 
ner sergeant took a squad or two and built 
one. He told me about it. 

Usually, when our boys had to build things 
in a hurry at the front, they did n't have nice- 
ly cut and planed timber waiting for them. 
They had to take anything they could get, 
from telegraph poles to remains of sheds, and 
out of this make whatever was required of 
them. And they did it ! 

But this engineer sergeant was lucky. He 
found a lot of cut lumber, — just the stuf¥ for 
this kind of span, — and in a short time he and 
his men had it put together and thrown across 
the canal. It was a thirty-foot span. And for 
the "bowstrings" he used stuf¥ something like 
our 2-by-4 lumber, only this was more like 2-by- 
6. It was a very good bridge and very strong, 
as spans of this kind are when well made. 

The sergeant showed me the sketches he 
prepared for it. In fact, he gave them to m^, 
and I showed them to some young men like 
yourself — fellows averaging about fifteen or 
sixteen years old. And so they thought they 
would try their hands at it. They got hold of 
some 2-by-4 stuff. This, as you doubtless 
know, is lumber 4 inches wide, 2 inches thick. 

and coming in pieces from 12 to 24 feet in 
length. The boys found some about 18 feet 
long, and so decided on a 16-foot span. 

Now you will see in the photographs that 
there are two curves in a bowstring span, an 
upper and a lower one. They are both the 
same size. If you are to have a 16-foot span, 
then, to find the curve, you will need a cord 
twice that length, or 32 feet. In other words, 
for a bowstring span, to find the proper curve 
of the main timbers, you will need to make on 
the ground a circle whose radius is twice the 
span. So if you have a lo-foot span, there 
nuist be 20 feet from the center of the circle 
to its circumference. If this sounds like too 
much mathematics, ask your brothers or sis- 
ters who are studying geometry to explain. 


All right. For a 16-foot span, our boys took 
a 32-foot cord. One end they tied to a stake 
in the ground, and with the other end, holding 
the cord tight, they made a circle, driving in 
a strong stake every couple of feet. 




When they had gone about eighteen feet 
this way, they took a cord i6 feet long, — the 
length of their span, you know, — and with this 
cut off a part of the circle they had been mak- 

they would follow the lines of the curves and 
meet at both ends. So the boys pushed with all 
their might upon two- timbers of proper length, 
and bent them right along the lines of the two 


ing, holding this cord straight. (Fig. i gives 
the idea.) Then they moved the stake that 
had been used as the center of the first circle, 
and drove it into the ground at a new place 
on a straight line with its former position, the 
line passing through the center of the i6-foot 

curves. Then, when the ends were brought 
together, a piece of board was nailed to them 
to hold them in position. This was done at 
l)oth ends. These two timbers now presented 
the upper and lower curve of one side of a 
bowstring span. Then, to hold them in posi- 
tion, they nailed between the two curved tim- 
bers uprights made of boards about 6 inches 
wide and an inch thick. There were three of 
these uprights, one in the middle, and one 
each side of the middle, about half-way be 
tween that and the end. To these uprights 


cord and the new place as far from this center 
as the former place was. From this new place 
another curve was drawn, connected with the 
first curve at both ends, and along this curve 
stakes were likewise driven as before. This 
gives us now two curves marked out by stakes, 
and meeting each other at each end of a 16- 
foot line. 

Xow for the fun. The problem was to bend 
the 2-by-4 timbers around those stakes so that 


they then nailed another 6-inch-wide board, 
running from one end nf the construction to 





the other, thus occupying the middle of what 
would be one side of the bridge. Upon this 
piece the floor supports were to be nailed. 

ter idea of how it looked than I possibly could 
in words. 

And, by the way, I should have told you that 
before they began this job, they made — or 
rather one young expert did— a little model, 
three feet long, of the bridge they expected 
to construct. And this is wise, for it enables 
one to see the principle of the thing before it 
is attempted. 

Well, this bridge they made from that little 
model was so strong and presentable that our 
fifteen-sixteen-year group decided to make one 
equal in size to that big Hindenburg-line one, 
and even "to go that one a little better" by 
making it of luitrimmed stuff, cut in the woods. 


Finally, they nailed on two diagonals, as 
shown in the photograph; and lifted that side 
up from the stakes and put it aside for a little 
while. Then they constructed a second side 
in the same way. Standing this one up on its 
side, they brought the one previously com- 
pleted and stood it parallel to the second one, 
four feet from it and so turned that the two 
floor-support boards were on the inside. 

Now they nailed pieces across from the top 
of one floor support to the other and about a 
foot apart. This done, they had a series of 
boards reaching from one side to the other, 
all on the same level, and on these they 
nailed two 12-inch-wide boards side by side 
for the foot-path. 

And that virtually completed the 16-foot 
bridge. Its young builders picked it up bodily, 
getting a lot of other boys to help, and put it 
in position. The photogfraph nf it gives a bet- 

instcad of standard timbers all cut and planed ! 

So they made a 30-foot span and used rough 
timber for all but the floor-boards. The curved 
sides were made of red maple, and I assure 
you it took quite a crowd of fellows and the 



help of a rope slung around the ends to get 
these great timbers to bend and come to- 
gether. But they managed it. And when the 


made, the two were connected with rough tim- 
bers running across from the middle of the 
uprights on one side to the middle of the cor- 



ends were somehow forced to meet, they were 
instantly fastened by means of wire binding. 
The uprights were made of arbor-vitze and 
also of red maple, only, with this long span, 
instead of having three uprights, there were 
nine, with proper diagonals between them. 

responding ones on the other side. There were 
no floor-support boards, in this case, to which 
to nail them. The photographs show these 
cross-pieces clearly, and on these the floor was 
laid. Besides these cross-pieces upon which 
the floor was to rest, they made some diagonal 


When the first side was completed and stood 
up, the boys felt proud of themselves. It was 
"some job," as they declared. The second side 

bracing between the two sides and below the 
floor supports to keep the heavy sides from 
bending inward or outward. These can be 



seen clearly in the photograph of the finished 
bridge. All this being done, they called all 
their friends and by main strength carried this 
three-ton bridge down to the water's-edge. 

Now this was to be the end span of a diving 
pier, the depth of water being about eight 
feet. It was to rest upon two piers, each made 
with four corner legs, slanting in, and strongly 
braced with boards nailed "crisscross." On 
the tops of the posts, from one to another, 
were pieces of 2-by-4 stuff for the bridge to 
rest on. It was quite a task to place these 
heavy supports in the water, in the proper 
place, because, when it came to placing the one 
farthest out, the water was well over the heads 
of the boys. This was accomplished handily, 
however, and rocks were piled on top to keep 
them down until the weight of the span would 
come into play. Then the crowd, in swim- 
ming-tights, lifted the span into the water, 
where the far end floated, though the shore 
end reached the bottom. Now to get it on top 
of the outer su]5port. For this a kind of hoist- 
ing apparatus called "sheers" was made. Two 
long and strong poles were procured, and their 
tops wired together. To these were fastened 
a strong chain and also a long, strong wire. 
These poles were stood up in the water, strad- 

ports. All being ready, the twenty lads gave 
one strong pull, and up came the far end of 
the span. When it was high enough, it took 
only a strong shove in the rear to push it up 
on the outward support. This being done, 
the impromptu derrick was removed, and the 
boys — all of them — standing in the water, 
lifted the shore end of their span on to the 
shoreward support. 

This done, they put down a floor. First 2- 
by-4 timbers were stretched along the floor 
supports of the span, about 25^2 feet apart. 
Short boards were nailed across from one 
2-by-4 to the other, and on these was laid the 
footway — pairs of 12-inch boards placed side 
by side. And when it was done, — a very beau- 
tiful span indeed, and remarkably strong, — the 
juvenile builders thought they had "gone the 
Hindenburg Line one better," as they put it, 
only there were no whiz-bangs or machine- 
gims to make it almost too exciting. 

Here 's the important point for you. The 
bowstring span is a very beautiful one; it is 
also very strong and is considered hard to 
make: .but our fifteen- and sixteen-year lads — 
all six of them — showed what boys of that age 
can do. Perhaps you might like to take a hand 
at it yourself. 


dlirfg the span and leaning outward toward 
the deep end. The long wire, passed over a 
crotch of a handy tree, was fastened to a rope, 
and twenty fellows grabbed that rope. The 
poles were now let slowly down till they leaned 
low over the far end of the span, and then the 
chain was made fast to some of the floor sup- 


This is an easy kind of foot-bridge to make, 
and very strong, too — much stronger than you 
would think it to be when you see it. Why, I 
knew some youngsters who built a few spans 
of this kind of bridge in model size — oh, 




quite small — just to get the "hang" of it. And 
even these little models were so strong that 
"quite big fellows" could stand on them. 

It is usually a good plan to build a small 
model, first, of anything you want to make. 
It gives you the structural idea so well. 

I saw some long and fairly high "X" bridges 
"over there," and there was not one that could 
not have been built by fellows of your age. 

Here 's the way to make one. 

First of all, study the place that your bridge 
is going to span. The supports will be about 
six feet apart, and you must know just how 
high each will have to be from the bottom to 
the bridge floor. 

Each support of this bridge looks like a let- 
ter X. Only when you 
have the two poles for 
your X and have them 
bound tightly together 
in the middle by wire 
or rope, or have them 
securely bolted or 
spiked, then you bind 
or spike a cross-jiiece 
to the two upper arms 
of the X at the distance 
from the bottom of it 
that the floor of your 
Ijridge is to be above 
the bottom of the 
stream. You can usu- 
ally guess how long 
the two poles must be 
so that, when thev are 
crossed and stood u]). 
the cross-bar fastened 
to the upper arms will 
be at the right height. 

Each support then will look like a letter X, 
with a bar across the top. Also, you should 
have a vertical bar, fastened to the upper and 
lower arms of one side, at their ends, and 
standing three feet higher than the X, so that, 
when the X is stood upright, this vertical 
niece will come about three feet above the 
floor and at one side of it ; then, by placing 
ropes from the vertical pole of one X to the 
next, you get a kind of hand-rail that will add 
to the security of those who may use the 

So, finally, each support is an X, with a bar 
across the top, and a vertical pole fastened at 
the side — and always on the same side. 

When you have your supports all made, 
place the first one six feet from the bank, and 

run boards or some other kind of footway from 
the shore out to the cross-bar and nail them 
to the bar, making the floor of your bridge. 
The other end of this floor is fastened to 
stakes driven deep into the ground. If the 
bridge is to be a short one, these shore anchors 
will keep the bridge from slipping forward or 
backward. If it is a long bridge, — say of 25 
feet or more, — then you will need special 
cross-braces to prevent such a slipping. These 
you will obtain by fastening poles from the 
bottom of one X to the floor support of the 
next, and continuing this right across. 

Your floors can be made of simple boards 
nailed to the cross-bars. But a better floor is 
made with "duck-boards." We have already 


described a duck-board, though not by name. 
You make these by placing two 2-by-4 pieces 
parallel to each other, and, say, 28 inches 
apart. Nail strips of wood from one to the 
other — 4- or 6-inch stuff — and on these latter 
you nail your two parallel floor-boards, turn- 
ing the whole duck-board over when finished, 
and "clenching" the nails underneath. 

Perhaps sometime I can tell you the story 
of a bridge made with two duck-boards and 
one support in the middle of the stream, all 
put together while a German machine-gun 
"put-puf-puttcd" with all its might, and a big, 
dignified British tank waddled up and sat 
down, a little way up-stream, and, while pre- 
paring to get across itself, cheered on the 
"Yanks" and their duck-board contraption. 




Wkm,, tills kind of foot-bridge has a number of 
supports, the number depending on the dis- 
tance the bridge has to cover, the supports be- 
ing, on an average, about six feet apart. And 
each support is a "tripod." Only two of its 
legs are on the ground, however, for the third 
one slants back and joins the support immedi- 
ately back of it at the height of the bridge 
floor. Here 's the way to build one of the 

Find, or estimate, how deep the water is 
where the bridge is to stand, allow for the 
floor to be at least a foot or two higher than 
the water, add about nine feet to that, and 
you get the length of the two poles that stand 
on the bottom. The pole that slants back to 
the next support does not have to be of any 
special length, provided only that it is long 
enough to reach the next tripod on a level 
with the bridge floor. 

When you have your three poles, fasten the 
small ends of them together. This can be 
done with wire or with strong rope. The boys 
I mentioned did it with wire an eighth of an 
inch thick. I know one group that used wire 
a quarter of an inch thick, though it takes a 
lot of strength and skill to bend this tightly. 


Fasten these ends together strongly and so 
that the wire will not slip. 

Let us suppose, now, that you are beginning 
such a bridge, and that you have made the 
first tripod, which is to stand, say, six feet out 

from the shore. Push the two long legs of the 
tripod out from the shore and along the bot- 
tom until they are the proper distance out; 
then, by pushing on the remaining pole, stand 
the tripod upright. (That is, the two long 
poles must be upright. The third pole will 
then rest on the bank. At that spot drive in a 
strong stake, and bind the slanting pole to it.) 

Upon what are you going to rest the floor? 
Well, remember that your floor is supposed to 
be at least a foot higher than the water. Of 
course, if you are starting from a high bank, 
you will need your floor that much higher. 
Well, before placing your tripod, you should 
have bound or nailed to the two upright legs 
a cross-beam of some strong, rough stuff at 
just the height from the lower ends of the two 
long legs that you will want the floor to be. 

Your first tripod in place, on a level with 
the bank is this cross-bar. So you stretch a 
strong board or two from the shore to that 
bar and bind or nail the boards to the bar. A 
stronger platform can be made by placing two 
2-by-4 pieces from shore to cross-bar, then, 
after nailing cross-pieces from one of the 
lengths to the other at frequent intervals, 
finally nail your boards to these cross-pieces. 

However you do it, when you first tripod 
is standing and has a platform connecting it 
with the shore, you place your second tri- 
pod by pushing its 
longest legs out ahead 
until they rest on the 
bottom the proper dis- 
tance out, and then you 
stand this one up 
straight, as you did the 
previous one, by push- 
ing on the third and 
shorter pole. You see, 
this pole must be bound 
to the other two strong- 
ly, and yet sufficiently 
loose to permit being 
slanted backward. The 
second tripod standing 
straight, the short pole 
is then fastened to an 
end of the cross-bar 
of the first tripod. Then 
(the second tripod hav- 
ing its cross-bar al- 
ready nailed or bound on at the proper height 
above the water) you can continue your plat- 
form out to it. By adding tripod after tripod, 
you can cross a wide or rapid stream, and you 
will have a very strong bridge. 



Fairy RosE-LEaF was tired out — so tired that 
she had to drink two buttercups full of clear, 
pure dew before she had strength enough to 
decide what would be the best way to help lit- 
tle Jane. 

"I love Janey," said Fairy Rose-leaf. "She 
is so pretty and she really has a good heart ; 
but she is very careless. Every time that she 
takes a walk into the woods, she thoughtlessly 
hurts some of my dearest friends. I think that 
a visit to the Queen of the Fairies to-night 
would be the best thing in the world for her." 

A great, shiny, golden ball came out of the 
sea as Fairy Rose-leaf jumped from the toad- 
stool where she had been sitting and flew away 
to Janey's home. 

Everybody in the house was in bed asleep, 
and the door of Janey's room was closed. But 
Fairy Rose-leaf made herself very thin, and 
crept through the keyhole. 

Janey was sleeping soundly, and, oh, how 
dear and lovable she looked in her little night- 
dress ! One small hand lay outside on the 
counterpane, and Fairy Rose-leaf kissed it 
before she took hold of it. 

"Come, Janey," she said, "the moonbeams 
are waiting to carry us to the Queen of the 
Fairies, who is holding court to-night just for 

"Oh, goody ! goody !" cried little Jane as 
she slipped her fingers into Fairy Rose-leaf's 
hand : and away they went to the forest. 

When the Queen of the Fairies saw the 
shiny path of the moonbeams draw near, she 
arose, and stepped from her pearly throne. 

Smiling, she said in a soft, sweet voice : 

"Janey dear, I am so glad to know you ! It 
was good of Fairy Rose-leaf to bring you to 
see me. Come, sit beside me on the throne; 
for I want to tell you some of the things I 
see as I fly about my great green forest. And, 
Janey dear, if you will tell your playmates 
about these things, I will make you my official 
rnessenger to the real children." 

"Oh, I shall be glad to tell them, Your Maj- 
esty !" replied Janey, very much delighted. 

"That is kind of you," answered the queen. 
"Now I shall tell you about to-day. 

"As I was passing by a wild-blackberry bush 
this morning, I saw a gorgeous orange-and- 
brown butterfly fluttering helplessly on the 
ground. It was so pretty ; but, Janey dear, the 
poor creature had a sad, lonely look in its eyes. 

"'What is the matter, butterfly?' I asked. 

" 'Oh,' said the butterfly, in a trembling 
voice, 'I was visiting a wild rose, a little while 
ago, when a real child came from behind and 
roughly seized me with its hand. I tried hard 
to get free, and at last succeeded; but in 
doing so I broke one of my wings. Never 
again shall I fly from pretty flower to pretty 
flower, gathering honey ! Now I must be a 
cripple for the rest of my life.' 

"I had gone only a little farther when I met 




some flaming-red wood-lilies and some beau- 
tiful Black-eyed Susans. They were wilting 
and dying in the hot sun. The poor flowers, 
Janey dear, had been thoughtlessly torn up by 
their very roots, and then thrown aside. Now 
they would never be able to grow again ! 

"Still farther along I met a bird whose back 
was as blue as the sky and whose breast was 
as brown as the earth. He was not singing 
merrily, as he should have been. 


"'What is the trouble, bluebird?' I asked. 

" 'Oh,' said the bluebird, 'it is the real chil- 
dren again ! I was singing a song to the ferns 
and mosses a few minutes ago. when I heard a 
real child say: 'There 's a lovely bluebird! Let 
us catch him for Mother !' 

" 'I spread my wings just in time and flew 
to the highest branch of the willow-tree, where 

I was safe. But I 'm still all of a tremble. 
Dear Queen, why is it that real children 
want to catch everything with their hands? 
Don't they know that beautiful pictures of 
bees, butterflies, and flowers can be caught with 
their bright eyes; that wonderful songs and 
sounds of birds and insects can be caught with 
their listening ears; and that the feeling that 
it is good to be alive and moving can be 
caught with their happy hearts"" 
Just then the faint tin- 
kle of fairy blue-bells 
sounded. "I can tell you 
no more to-night, Janey 
dear," said the queen, "for 
it is time for the dance. 
Come, you shall be our 
guest of honor !" 

In less than a second, 
hundreds of fairies, with 
lo^g golden hair and 
beautiful dresses of rain- 
t)ow colors, came flittino- 
and tripping from every- 
where. They ran amons;' 
the blades of grass and 
skipped from one flower 
to the other until their 
beloved queen came forth, 
leading little Jane by the 

Then all was still. 
"Beloved fairies," said 
the queen, sweetly, "I have 
told dear Janey how she 
can bring happiness to our 
friends and to us, and she 
is going to tell her play- 
mates; so let us make her 
our official messenger to 
the real children." 

"Lovely ! lovely !" cried 
the fairies as they bowed 
to Janey and clapped their 
fairy hands together. 

Fairy Rose-leaf," con- 
tinued the queen, "be- 
cause you have brought 
Janey dear to us, I will ask you to present her 
with the messenger's crown of honor." 

Fairy Rose-leaf came forward. Gently she 
placed a crown of sweet-smelling honeysuckle, 
wet with sparkling dew, on Jane's curly head, 
and immediately the fairy orchestra began to 
play, and joining hands, the fairies formed a 
ring about her. Tripping lightly on the tips 





of their tiny toes, they danced around and 
around, faster and faster and faster over the 
soft green grass. 

Suddenly a slender streak appeared in the 
east! The fairy ring broke; and little Jane 
fell down on a four-leaf clover ! 

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" laughed she. 

And there she was in her own little bed at 
home, while just outside of the window, in the 
warm sunshine, a merry little bird was singing 
her a glad good-morning song ! 

Janey caught the delightful song with her 

listening ears, but had no desire whatever to 
catch the light-hearted songster with her 
hands. As her mother came into the room 
to waken her, she cried out excitedly: 

"Mother, I have just come back from visit- 
ing the fairies, and they have made me their 
'ficial messenger to the real children !" 

Her mother smiled and looked somewhat 
doubtful : but after breakfast, when she heard 
Janey telling her playmates how they could 
make the dear fairies and the fairies' friends 
happy, she knew that it was so. 


St. Nicholas boys and girls will have an opportunity this month to do a great public service. 
At the American Booksellers' Convention in Boston last May, it was resolved that a week 
should be set aside in the autumn and devoted to the display of children's books, with the slo- 
gan, "More books in the home !" And at the American Library Association's Convention at As- 
bury Park in June, the children's section passed a resolution heartily supporting this movement. 

The time selected for this noteworthy enterprise was the week beginning Monday, Novem- 
ber 10, and ending with Saturday, November 15. The campaign has been so thoroughly 
planned and organized that the earnest workers for "more books in the home" may expect 
to receive during these six days the utmost assistance and cooperation from their local news- 
papers, clergymen, and Boy Scout leaders. Indeed, it is hoped that all the public-spirited 
men, women, and young folk in every community will then concentrate their time and atten- 
tion upon the one object of bringing children's books, and the subject of good reading, to the 
attention of boys and girls and their parents. To this end, morever, the book-stores of the 
country will be given over during the week to exhibitions of children's books and talks by 
friends of the cause; while librarians will enlist all in assuring every child a library card. 

Meanwhile, St. Nicholas, like other monthly magazines, gladly does its part by calling 
the attention of its readers in advance to this great project, and urging them, one and all, 
to do their utmost in aid of the Children's Book-Week. The magazine also requested Miss 
Annie Carrol Moore to contribute an article upon the subject, which we heartily commend to 
old and young. The whole household is deeply interested in this movement, for "more books 
in the home" means not only entertainment for the passing hour, but a great impetus toward 
establishing the life-long happiness of a love of books and the habit of reading. This is a not- 
able and a national campaign, and we appeal to St. Nicholas boys and girls to visit the book- 
stores with their parents and friends during Children's Book-Week, as suggested by our cover- 
design this month, and to strive to swell the success of the great, concerted drive for "More 
books in the home." — Editor. 



Supervisor of Work with Children, New York Public Library. 

tales from history and travel ; nor yet for its 
contents, "Peter Parley's Tales about Europe, 
Asia, Africa, and America," which may 
amuse, but have long ceased to charm or in- 
form the boy and girl readers : the little book 
is valued because it held a place in a library 
made long ago in Scotland by the boy who was 
to write "Treasure Island," "Kidnapped," and 
"The Child's Garden of Verses." 

With some books there remain associations 
of time and place and of other books, as well 
as of the personalities of their readers; the 
Stevenson "Peter Parley" is such a book. It 
belonged to Robert Louis Stevenson from his 
sixth birthday, and many of its illustrations 
are crudely colored bv his childish hand. It 
stood on the same shelf with his copy of "Rob- 
inson Crusoe," and we know it was one of the 

In the Children's Room of the great library 
which stands at the corner of Fifth Avenue 
and Forty-second Street in New York City, 
you will find a fat little volume bound in faded 
red and gold, bearing on the fly-leaf this in- 
inscription : 

The book is accounted one of the chief treas- 
ures of this children's library, not because of 
the authorship, although the writer, Samuel G. 
Goodrich, was well known in his day for his 




books he carried to the South Sea Islands, for 
on the end-paper is pasted this label' 

From the Library of Robert Louis Stevenson 
At Vailima. 

When the Stevenson library of books and 
manuscripts was sold, his copy of "Peter Par- 
ley's Tales" passed into the library of the chil- 
dren of New York. It seems to us, especially 
on his birthday, as if he might have placed it 
there himself as a perpetual reminder that 
books loved in childhood should go with us in 
our pilgrimage through the world. 

How often these books, or stories out of 
them, are carried only in half-memories. 
"Have you ever come upon a story called 
'William, the Woodcutter'?" asked a British 
naval commander visiting our children's li- 
brary just after the signing of the Armistice. 
"It is a story of wolves that I remember read- 
ing with great delight when a lad, but I 've 
never been able to find it since I grew up. I 
would give anything to read it now." Rarely 
do we meet the man or woman who has kept 
intact the books of childhood and youth and 
given them their place in a library of mature 
years. If we hold it true that "authors are to 
their readers little new worlds to be explored," 
how interesting it becomes to look back over 
the books we read and re-read and associate 
with our earliest birthday and Christmas recol- 
lections ! 

"The Christmas Tree," of Dickens, David 
Coppcriicld "reading for dear life," Jo March 
crying over the "Heir of Redclyffe" in a Con- 
cord garret, bring back memories of books to 
all of us. But what of the books themselves — 
those books which delighted us from the time 
we discovered that pictures could tell stories? 
Where are they and what were they? 

At a primitive mountain inn far up in the 
land of the Frost Giants we found, in the 
summer of 1912, a copy of "Little Lord Faunt- 
leroy" in the Norwegian language. On the fly- 
leaf was the name of the proprietor, the only 
English-speaking person in the place. His boy- 
hood had been spent in Minnesota, and he had 
read the story there in English. Coming in one 
day from a long tramp over the snow-fields, 
we picked up the book, and, as we began to 
read, sitting in the glow of that glorious sun- 
shine, we seemed to be holding a much larger 
and a very friendly and familiar book, bound 
in red and black and gold, volume thirteen of 
St. Nicholas, in which we first read the story. 

St. Nicholas might well be called the fore- 
runner of children's libraries, since so many of 
the favorite books of boys and girls first ap- 
peared within its hospitable covers. In the 
children's room of the public library in Chris- 
tiana we had already seen not only "Little 
Lord Fauntleroy," but "Little Women," "Re- 
becca of Sunnybrook Farm," "Hans Brinker," 
"Tom Sawyer," and many another familiar 
title translated into the Norwegian language. 

This idea of special rooms for children in 
the free libraries of cities and towns origin- 
ated, you know, in America, about twenty-five 
years ago, and has since been adopted to some 
extent in European countries. 

Of course no community library ever can 
or will take the place of a personal library 
formed by the boy or girl who has money to 
spend for books. And every boy and girl, by 
gift or by their earnings, should have money 
with which to buy books of their own and suit- 
able book-shelves on which to keep them. The 
training in judgment, discrimination, and sense 
of values acquired in making a thoughtful se- 
lection is of lasting benefit, and the habits of 
careful handling and good arrangement of 
books can be formed in no other way. 

We would by no means advocate that boys 
and girls should have no books given to them. 
That would mean cruelty to parents, to devoted 
uncles, aunts, and friends. Rather, we are in- 
clined to urge the thoughtful giving of books 
the year round, instead of heaping them too 
high at Christmas and on birthdays. In our 
own experience, the unexpected gift of a well- 
timed book on Thanksgiving Day, St. Nicho- 
las Eve (December fifth), St. Valentine's Day, 
May Day, or Hallowe'en has proved a great 
delight. Biographies of Lincoln, Washington, 
Grant, and Roosevelt may well be associated 
with the birthdays of these great men; his- 
tories of America and of European countries 
would often be more acceptable if they were 
associated with the myths, legends, and folk- 
tales of the Northern, Southern or Oriental 

Books dealing with the sciences, inventions, 
handicraft, games, sports, and out-of-door life 
usually make a very definite and insistent 
appeal, and should be given when they are 
wanted rather than before or afterward. In 
determining the psychological moment at 
which to give one book or another, the chil- 
dren's room of the puljlic library so constantly 
acts as a clearing-house not only for the boys 
and girls, their parents, teachers, and friends. 



but for the authors, artists, publishers, and 
booksellers, that we venture to suggest some 
general principles of book selection and pur- 
chase for the making of a library. 

I — Buy only those books of which you 
have first-hand knowledge and which are 
going to mean something to you at the 
time they are bought. Books should sat- 
isfy desires or supply needs. 

II — Considerations in the selection of 
books : 

Author. Has he or she the ability to 
write interestingly? 

Subject. What is the book about? Is 
it well written? If a book of information, 
is it accurate? If a story, is it original? 
Is this the best book on the subject for 
your library at this time? 

Artist or illustrator. Do the pictures 
add to the interest of the book ? Has the 
artist interpreted the text? 

Typography. Is the book printed in 
type that is easy to read? 

Paper. The quality of paper used has 
very much to do with the legibility of the 
text, with the effect of the illustrations, 
and the general appearance of the book. 

Binding. Is the book well put together? 
If bound in more than one color, choose 
the color you like best. 

In the first volume of St. Nicholas (1873) 
there is an illustrated story called "Making a 
Library" that we have remembered from 
childhood. Little Charlotte, on a visit to her 
uncle, discovers that the books on the upper 
shelves of his library are not real ones. "They 
were nothing but pasteboard boxes made like 
books and with the names printed in gold let- 
ters on the backs." Charlotte's uncle," we are 
told, "was an uneducated man who had sud- 
denly become rich. He wanted his house to 

have a fine library in it, but as he did not care 
for reading or for spending much money on 
books that would be of no use to him, he had 
these mock books made, and they looked just 
as well on the upper shelves as real ones." One 
day when Charlotte was playing house she de- 
termined to make a library of her own of these 
big books, which she could throw down so 
easily as she climbed from shelf to shelf. In 
passing the cradle where the baby was sleep- 
ing, Charlotte let several books slip from the 
great pile she was carrying. If they had been 
real books the baby would have been killed, the 
story runs, but they were all so light that the 
baby was unharmed. The baby did wake up, 
however, and cried his loudest, to the undoing 
of Charlotte's uncle. "It now became known 
just what sort of a library Uncle Harry had." 

The artist who illustrated the story added to 
the dramatic force of the situation. He drew 
a little girl who might be the great-aunt of 
Peter Newell's child who feared "the Flowers 
— they are wild" carrying a pile of books ex- 
tending high above her head, from which sev- 
eral are falling about the cradle. 

We were old enough when we read the story 
to make immediate application of it, and we 
never failed to assure ourselves that the books 
were real in the libraries we visited. But there 
came a day when we learned that some books 
may be as great a sham as the pasteboard 
boxes of Charlotte's uncle. 

Children's Book Week, which we celebrate 
November 10-15, is, we trust, the sign and 
promise of a new day in which more thought 
will be given to the selection and purchase of 
books for boys and girls and a more under- 
standing cooperation of parents, teachers, li- 
brarians, publishers, and booksellers will be 



I ALWAYS think the cover of 

A book is like a door, 
Which opens into some one's house 

Where I 've not been before. 

A pirate or a fairy queen 

May lift the latch for me; 
I always wonder, when I knock, 
What welcome there will be. 

And when I find a house that 's dull, 

I do not often stay. 
But when I find one full of friends, 

I 'm apt to spend the day. 

I never know what sort of folks 

Will be within, you see; 
And that 's why reading always is 

So int'resting to me. 




Author of "More Than Conquerors" 

Mo shade, no shine, no butterAies, no bees, 
No fruits, no ■flowers, no leaves, no birds, 
November ! 

On the twenty-second of this dull month, ex- 
actly one hundred years ago, little Mary Ann 
Evans was born. It was n't a beautiful name 
to give a baby, — Mary Ann, — and no one 
blames the child, grown older, for deciding to 
be called Marian. But if names speak, plain 
Mary Ann suited her better, for the home 
where she lived and the people whom she knew 
were all of a very plain sort, without much 
shade or shine or many butterflies or bees in 
their drudging days. 

Mary Ann's father, Mr. Robert Evans, was 
a carpenter and builder by trade, who later be- 
came a prosperous land agent. He was notably 
strong in muscles and honest in business. 
"Love of good work seems to have been his 
reHgion," and physical strength his reliance. 

Once when two laborers were standing idle 
waiting for a third to help them carry a heavy 
ladder, he picked it up and carried it off alone, 
the other two men looking on, agape and sheep- 
ish enough. In her great novel "Adam Bede" 
George Eliot gave her hero the strength and 
integrity of her beloved father. When the book 
was read aloud to one of Robert Evans's 
old friends, he exclaimed again and a^ain, 
"That 's Robert — that 's Robert to the life!" 

Like Adam Bede, Mr. Evang could judge al- 
most the exact timber value of a rooted chest- 
nut-tree as it shone in living green. Manual 
laborer though he was, he was no ordinary 
man ; the child Mary Ann felt it a distinction 
to be his "Httle lass" ; the famous George Eliot 
was proud of what her father had "achieved 
in life." Like Adam Bede, he had the blood 
of the peasant in his veins, but, like Adam, he 
was a man of trust, doing things on time and 
as well as they could be done, and he "left the 
world a bit better than he found it." "If it 's 
only laying a floor down," Adam would say, 
"somebody 's the better for it being done well 
besides the man as does it." And so, by every 
true blow of his hammer and very nicely fitted 
board, Robert Evans gloried the common- 
place. When such square-dealing men die, 
"the master who employed them says, 'Where 
shall I find their like?" 

If Adam Bede was like George Eliot's father, 
Maggie Tullivcr was like herself, and "The 
Mill on the Floss" is more of an autobiography 
than any of her other novels. True, Maggie, 
with her marvelous, deep eyes and other marks 
of great beauty, was not physically like George 
Eliot ; but in her devoted love of books and in 
her passionate affections she was her author's 
little self. Mary Ann, like Maggie, was her 
father's pet. We can imagine Mr. Evans driv- 




ing about the country with his "little un" 
standing between his knees, while he told her 
stories of all the farmer folk, and needing her 
adoring companionship as much as she needed 
his. It was Mr. Tulliver's "little wench," 

scarlet coachman, its load of fur-wrapped pas- 
sengers, and its swinging baskets of ducks. 

This excitement, and even smaller ones, 
were dear to Mary Ann. What if in her rather 
ordinary midland England, Warwickshire, she 
knew neither lofty mountains nor dashing sea? 
To a loving heart very little things are beauti- 



Maggie, that he sent for when he was ill; it 
was Mary Ann's understanding heart to which, 
in 1846, the failing Robert Evans turned. 

The bare facts of her childhood are not par- 
ticularly interesting or at all exciting. In that 
far-off time, before the railroads disturbed the 
country's peace, one great daily event was the 
rumbling by of the jolly stage-coach, with its 

of evening she found "the long purple isles of 
that wondrous land which reveals itself to us 
when the sun goes down — the land that the 
evening star watches over." Griff House, "the 
warm little nest where his children's affections 
were fledged," was an ivy-wrapped, red-brick 
house on the Arbury estate, where Mr. 
Evans was employed. Hollyhocks and other 




old-fashioned flowers bloomed in the garden, 
and "generations of milky mothers had stood 
patiently in the long cow-shed." During the 
'"rst twenty years of Mary Ann's life, Griff 
.vas the one home rooted in her affections. 

With supreme tenderness George Eliot 
touches all her early memories : "We could 
never have loved the earth so well if we had 
had no childhood in it — if it were not the earth 
where the same flowers came up every spring 
that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as 
we sat lisping to ourselves in the grass — the 

"gsorge Eliot" 

same hips and haws on the autumn hedge- 
rows—the same redbreasts that we used to call 
'God's birds,' because they did no harm to the 
precious crops. What novelty is worth the 
sweet monotony where every thing is known 
and loved because it is known !" 

We can well imagine that Mary Ann loved 
to watch her mother make butter and cheese. 
But when the child was only five, she had to be 
sent to boarding-school with her older sister, 
Chrissy, on account of her mother's illness. 
Here, as school baby, the little thing was much 
netted, and later praised for her music and 
English compositions. But s^^e was often lone- 
ly, especially at n'f^;ht, and in winter, pushed 
away from the fire by the larger eiris, she was 
often very cold. More than this, school tore 
the passionately affectionate child from the 
two people she most adored, her father and 
lier brother. She and Chrissv were not "near 

of an age" ; she and Isaac were. It was not 
enough to see him in vacations. Puppy-like, 
she had followed the older brother, copying 
him in every way she could, hanging on his 
every word, and living on his affection. In 
that intensely personal poem, "Brother and 
Sister," she gives glimpses into her worshiping 

I held him wise ; and when he talked to me 

Of snakes and birds, and whick God loved the best, 

I thought his knowledge marked the boundary 

Where man grew blind, though angels knew the 

If he said, "Hush !" I tried to hold my breath. 
Wherever he said, "Come I" I stepped in faith. 

And so George Eliot carries us back into 
those young mornings when brother and sis- 
ter wandered toward the far-off stream with 
rod and line. Every thing in their basket had 
been baked just for them. As they set out, 
their mother stroked down Mary Ann's tippet 
and smoothed out Isaac's frill. Under the 
shade of the tall old trees, over the brook "deep 
hid by tangled blue forget-me-nots," on to the 
brown canal they trudged, "where a sleep- 
ily gliding boat was the newest locomotive 

One day my brother left me in high charge, 
To mind the rod, while he went seeking bait, 

And bade me, when I saw a nearing barge, 

Snatch out the line, lest he should come too late. 

Proud of the task, I watched with all my might 
For one whole minute, till my eyes grew wide, 

Till sky and earth took on a strange new light. 
And seemed a dream-world floating on some tide — 

But sudden came the barge's pitch-black prow ; 

Nearer and angrier came my brother's cry. 
And all my soul was quivering fear, when lo ! 

Upon the imperiled line, suspended high, 
A silver perch !" 

Maggie Tiilliver, dreamily fishing, had the 
same kind of triumphant surprise. 

Any little sister who has played with older 
brothers and tried — and longed, too — to be a 
boy, can add to the story from her own mem- 
ories; tiptoeing through moist grass to a for- 
bidden river, or crunching through snow to a 
pond of thin ice, trying to keep the brother's 
longer stride or match his powers with oars 
or skates : 

His sorrow was my sorrow, and his joy 

Sent little leaps and laughs through all my frame ; 

My doll seemed lifeless, and no girlish toy 
Had any reason when, my brother come, 

I knelt with him at marbles. 

So she goes on engraving her would-be boy- 
i-^liness on m^r memories, 




Her first rival in Isaac's affections was the 
pony which some o*ie gave him when she was 
seven and he, ten. No wonder the shaggy new 
play-fellow, with the shining brown eyes and 
•/elvet nose, absorbed the yomig master's af- 
fections. Isaac did not need j\Iary Ann as 

much as he had, and the little sister ached to 
be needed. Then : 

School parted us ; we never found again 
That childish world where our two spirits mingled. 

But were another childhood world my share, 
I would be born a little sister there. 

When hearts are made for loving, it is a 
terrible thing to feel the fibers that have fast- 
ened love stretching and slipping away. But 
there was her father. He needed her, and, 
especially after her mother's death, when Mary 
Ann was only sixteen, the fireside of Griff 

needed a home-maker. Chrissy had married, 
and so the younger daughter, with all her 
genius craving an outlet, turned drab to gold 
by making her father's home a "temple of 
cleanliness" during her thirteen yea'rs as house- 
keeper and by amusing him when for three 
years he was too ill to 
amuse himsdf. With- 
out waiting for him to 
ask, she searched his 
eyes to see when he 
longed for her to read 
aloud, and in the eve- 
nings she rested him 
with her beautiful mu- 
sic. It was not always 
easy to keep patient 
and steady. Much pre- 
cious time leaked away 
while she did the com- 
monest tasks, "keeping 
sentinel over damson 
cheese and a warm 
stove," or "growing 
tremulous from the 
boiling of currant 

All the time she had 
to fight a continual bat- 
tle with, her own "de- 
spair at ever achiev- 
ing- anything." In the 
intense suffering of 
stifled ambition, dM 
she think, like Philip 
Wakcm, "I flutter all 
ways, and fly in none" ? 
Well, if sh^ did, she 
triumphed over the de- 
pression, declaring that 
even when life was "a 
pale lead-color, to be 
an active help in a 
sick-room, with its twi- 
light and tiptoe stillness," was satisfying 
to the heart. In addition to keeping house, she 
organized clothing clubs, visited her poorer 
neighbors, and took a sympathetic interest 
in all the plain lives around her, in the un- 
employed weavers and round-backed miners. 

Meantime, her mind had some outlet in let- 
ters to her friends and in the translation of a 
long German book into English, "soul-stupefy- 
ing labor" though it was. 

Her genius, as the would saw it, developed 
slowly, however. She was thirty-eight before 
she was first known as a novelist by "gTcenes 

"magcie tulliver 

DREAMILY fishing' 




of Clerical Life." But her power had been 
growing silently and unseen through years of 
home-making, as acorns shoot out long roots 
before they sprout above the earth. 

"Scenes of Clerical Life" was published 
through a friend under the assumed name 
of George Eliot, so that not even the publish- 
ers knew the author. Charles Dickens, who 
praised the stories highly both for their humor 
and their pathos, was among the first to sus- 
pect that their author was a woman. The real 
excitement, however, came not so much to the 
literary world as to the simply inhabitants of 
Nuneaton, a village Mary Ann Evans had 
known as a girl. Immediately the villagers 
recognized "Milby" of the stories as their 
own Nuneaton and the characters as them- 


selves ! Some of them identified as many as 
fifty persons ; and to-day worn copies of 
"Scenes of Clerical Life" are still displayed 
by old Nuneaton families, with lists supplying 
book characters with real names. 

Who was the author? That was the ques- 
tion of gossip. Finally, as no one claimed the 
laurel wreath, the villagers hit on a man named 
Liggins, who had been "known to write po- 
etry." Since no one came forward to deny 

him the authorship, Liggins, finding his life, 
no doubt, a bit too drab, coolly accepted the 
role of George Eliot as he would a nugget of 
gold. How he expected to carry through the 
deception no one can imagine, for it was more 
than likely that the real author was still alive, 
and consequently was likely at any time to lay 
claim to "his" own work. 

The fact that the "Scenes of Clerical Life" 
were almost photographic must not be taken as 
proof that George Eliot's later work was 
drawn entirely from life. That impulsive lit- 
tle Maggie was like her author in her savage 
affections is no proof that little Mary Ann 
Evans hammered nails, like Maggie, into her 
doll's head, or ran away to the Gipsies, or cut 
off her rebellious hair, to her brother's scared 
delight. And it would be unfair to George 
Eliot's genius to think that the flashing wit of 
Mrs. Poyser and of Bartle Massy was simply 
"copy" accumulated from other people's 
mouths. The brilliant repartee in "Adam 
Bede" was George Eliot's own, just as Dinah 
Morris's beautiful prayer was no quoted thing, 
but the outpouring of the author's own heart 
while the hot tears burned her cheeks. 

However critics may disagree as to which is 
George Eliot's greatest novel, all find it among 
her earlier works, when she drew her char- 
acters from a world of plain people "with 
homely joys and destinies obscure," a world 
like Goldsmith's, Burns's, Gray's, and Words- 
worth's. Lincoln said, "God must have loved 
the common people or he would never have 
made so many of them." And George Eliot 
said, "You would gain unspeakably if you 
would learn with me to see some of the poetry 
and the pathos, the tragedy and comedy, lying 
in the experience of a human soul that looks 
out through dull gray eyes and speaks in a 
voice of quite ordinary tones." Mary Ann 
Evans discovered the gold of fun and kindness 
in weather-stained huts. Every trampled path- 
way, every worn door-step led to a subject 
brimming with quaint personality. 

When you are older, read "Adam Bede" 
aloud with the right person. It will change 
from a book to a near-by group of living 
people. To be sure, as a household companion, 
Mrs. Poyser is not altogether desirable : a 
woman "made of needles" is likely to prick 
any one. But when her sharpness is pointed 
toward others, we can afford to laugh. "You 
're mighty fond o' Craig," she says to Mr. Poy- 
ser, "but for my part, I think he 's welly like a 
cock as thinks the sun 's rose o' purpose to 




hear him crow." Her pictures are drawn from 
such common sources as the kitchen and dairy. 
"There 's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump 
and expect to carry away the water" ; and, 
"They '11 set the empty kettle o' the fire, and 

nothing woman" that she is, he could not leave 
Vixen behind. 

As Vixen's patter on the gravel dies out, and 
the sound of Massy's stick and lame walk, we 
think how necessary the animals are in all 


then come an hour after to see if the water 

After all, Mrs. Poyser is only one of a rustic 
world that thinks mainly of crops of onions, 
herds of sheep, gray geese, ants, and cater- 
pillars. Yet that world is worth our notice. 
Feyther Taft in his brown worsted nightcap; 
Cranage, the blacksmith, scratching his head; 
the landlord of the Royal Oak, with his blood- 
shot eyes ; Adam Bedc, with his broken finger- 
nails — they are all human souls struggling 
after life and happiness. Their sorrow is ofir 
sorrow. As the tears roll down Martin Pey- 
ser's round cheeks, we are shaken by a real 
grief. George Eliot's sympathy gleams on 
common people, but people with an uncommon 
sense of honor, and proves that the luster of 
fine feeling often shines from dingiest corners. 

There is that spirit of loyal devotion, Bartle 
Massy. He closes his little night-school, and 
all his patient work with Bill and Brimstone, 
those husky strugglers with the alphabet, and 
he goes to be a silent companion to Adam — 
Bartle, and, of course, his dog, for, "good-for- 

George Eliot's homes. "Animals are such 
agreeable friends ; they ask no questions, they 
pass no criticisms." What is home without 
a dog? we ask again and again, while Donni- 
thornc's tiny spaniel Trot is comfortably 
curled up on Meg's back; the bulldog keeps 
watch at the Poyser farm ; Yap dances and 
barks around Maggie Tidliver; and that "gray, 
tailless shepherd-dog" Gyp pokes his muzzle 
jealously up between Lisbeth and Adam, or 
follows close at Adam's heels. "Hev a dog, 
Miss !" urges that charming peddler. Bob 
Jakin; "they 're better friends nor any Chris- 
tian. I 'n got no secrets but what Mumps 
knows 'em." The huge brindled bull-terrier, 
"swaying from side to side," seems surly 
enough to Maggie, but Bob says : "Lors, it 's 
a fine thing to hev a dumb brute fond on you; 
it '11 stick to you an' make no jaw." 

And if the grown folks and dogs had failed 
George Eliot, there were always the children. 

There was Totty, for one, that animated 
butter-ball, born within sound of the dairy's 
churn. Was there ever greater force com- 



pacted into smaller Space? Mrs. Poyser rules 
the farm without a rival except for Totty, 
who rules Mrs. Poyser. 

"Munny, my iron 's twite told; p'ease set 
it down to warm," chirrups a round mite from 
a high chair at the ironing-table, while she 
clutches "a miniature iron in her tiny fat fist" 
and irons rags with such energy that her sunny 
hair bobs with every stroke and her "little red 
tongue is put out as far as anatomy allows." 

"Munny, I tould 'ike to do into de barn to 
Tommy — I tould 'ike a bit o' pum-take," follow 
in her list of wants, while she seizes a few un- 
watched moments to stain her pinafore with 
gooseberry jam, upset a bowl of starch, or 
rub a "stray bluing-bag against her nose." 
Totty's whole world yields before her. Captain 
Donnfthorne slips sixpences into her tiny pink 
pocket at her gentle hint, "It dot not'in 'in 
it" ; and Grandfather, opening the gate as she 
trots off to church, produces a round white 
something at her alluring: "Dood-by, Dan-dad. 
Me dot my netlace on. Dive me a pepper- 
mint." Totky's kingdom is an absolute mon- 
archy, and she is its ruler. 

How wonderfully George Eliot shows us 
that there is as much difference in the char= 
acters of two children as in the characters of 
two grown-ups ! Tom is bragging and over- 
bearing; Maggie, generous, impulsive, and 
jealous of Tom's love.; Totty is like Totty and 
no one else ; Jacob Cohen is like Jacob Cohen. 

Of all George Eliot's children, perhaps Bppie 
is the nearest to our hearts, for it is her un- 
conscious power that redeems the twice-shat- 
tered old weaver. In Lantern Yard Silas had 
lest his friends, his sweetheart, his reputation, 
and his faith in God ; in Raveloe solitude he 
had built up a love of gold to take the place 
of all those broken-down strongholds. And 
then one night the gold, too, vanished ! 

The simple story of Silas Marner can be 
beautifully dramatized. And could there be a 
lovelier celebration for the George Eliot Cen- 
tenary the twenty-second of this November? 
It is an easy play to give; may be worked up 
in a little over two weeks. 

Only one part is hard, Silas Marner's. You 
do not even need to have a gold-haired child, 
as a wig supplies that need. Almost any child, 
in a bedraggled shawl, can toddle past Silas 
and lie down by the dim hearth till he turns to 
find "Gold — his own gold — brought back to 
him as mysteriously as it had been taken 
away !" The story offers many stage "tricks" ; 
New Year's bells rung behind the scene when 
Silas listens for his good luck; Schumann's 

lullaby, twice played (very softly) as a kind 
of Bppie motif — first, when she enters as a 

"a kind 


baby; second, near the end, when she chooses 
Silas for her father instead of Godfrey. 

In the background a stage fire furnishes a 
patch of pretty color for scenes when Silas is 
on the stage alone and when wordless acting, 
always interesting if good, is done in the half- 
light : Silas weaving, with his back to the stage, 
then shuffling about, taking out his pot of gold, 
counting and recounting, batlyng his hands in 
the coins', then hanging up his meat and going 
out, to be followed by the creeping entrance 
of Dunston, and the robbery. Two scenes in 
the play are particularly good for girls : the 
prinking scene at the Red House before the 
dance, and the minuet ; two, for boys : the quar- 
rel between Godfrey and Dunstan (with a live 
dog on the stage, by all means), and the de- 
lightfully humorous scene in "The Rainbow" 
(with a chance for grotesque singing). Apple- 
cheeked little Aaron sings his Christmas carol 
in one of the early scenes, grabbing cookies 
as another bit of variety, and grown-up Aaron 
supplies the love-making in the garden scene, 
made outdoorish by a wheelbarrow, watering- 
pot, and real or artificial flowers. 

Best of all, the beautiful meaning of Silas 
Marner makes the play worth while. At the 
very last, Silas and little Bppie, bedraggled as 
she came, may stand as a tableau before the 
audience, the Schumann-Eppie motif may be 
played for the third and last time, and some one 
behind the curtain may read the key-note of 
the story, telling how a child may flood with 
light an old man's darkened hopes. 

"In old days there wsere angels who came 
and took men by the hand and led them away 
from the city of destruction. We see no white- 
winged angels now. But yet men are led away 
from threatening destruction : a hand is put 
into theirs, which leads them forth gently to- 
ward a calm and bright land, so that they look 
no more backward; and the hand may be a 
little child's." 



Are you ready, Captain Jones?" 

"Ready !" you reply, with the tingling of 
nerves that always comes as you wait for the 
whistle which will set in motion your tigerish 
band of football warriors. 

"Ready, Captain Smith ?" 

"Sure !" grates your chum, Bobby, for the 
time being leader of the hated foe. 

The whistle shrills. Instantly the dice-box 
in your hand rattles, and, as Bobby leans over 
excitedly, you roll upon the gridiron a throw 
of 9. 

"Forty-five yards for Holcomb !" you shout 

"Cochran gets the ball !" cries Bobby. "Now 
watch him make forty yards through that old 
line of yours." 

And the great football-championship game 
is on ! 

Sounds peculiar, does it? You never heard 
o'f football like that? Why, bless you, many 
a hard-fought contest has been waged indoors 
in our locality in past years just like that; and 
many a nerve-thrilling game has sped on mo- 
ment by moment, on the relentless watch of 
the time-keeper, without a score, till suddenly 
— the team springs into action. A long run; 
a thrilling plunge through the Hne; a heroic 
stand in the shadow of the goal-post; and 
then — "Yeow — a touch-down !" 

Remembrance of it all has made me anxious 
to pass on the game of indoor football to 
the hundreds of boys in the great St. Nicho- 
las family. I want them to know the excite- 
ment of the triumphant sweep of their eleven 
through a season of hard-fought victories ; the 
pride of the championship team; in short, the 
sport that is theirs for the long evenings when 
time hangs heavy for a live, active boy and 
almost anything is welcome to relieve the 

So let 's start at the beginning and see how 
we organize the team, how my game of indoor 
football is played, and all the other interesting 

First, we must secure our players. That 's 
an easy matter. As autumn draws near and the 

real football season opens, the newspapers and 
magazines will be full of pictures of football 
players. We cut them out, paste them on card- 
board (this is highly important, for they are in 
for some rough usage), and color them accord- 
ing to the school or college they are to -rep- 
resent. No special poses are needed ; we can 
use any kind of figures, erect, crouching, run- 
ing, etc. The ones in action, of course, are 
preferable, but not so easy to get. 

One thing, however : let us be consistent, 
and have our players follow some regular 
scale of size. Nothing would take the interest 
away from our game so much as to have a 
team of giants and midgets. In our games we 
counted % of an inch as a foot. Thus a six- 
foot player would measure six times ^ of an 
inch, or 43^ inches in height. So players over 
6}4 feet or 4% inches high would be barred. 

If you care to, and I believe you will, you 
can figure the weight of each player by count- 
ing each square inch as twenty-three pounds. 
How do we figure that? We measure the 
width of the player at the widest point, usually 
the shoulders, multiply it by the height, and 
multiply the result by twenty-three. Thus our 
star player. Browning of Yale (readers of 
Frank Merriwcll will recognize him) was six 
feet tall by i^^ feet wide. Multiplying his 
nine square feet by twenty-three, we counted 
him as weighing 207 pounds. As he played 
guard, we felt he was quite an acceptable ad- 
dition to his eleven. 

On the back of each player we mark his 
name, weight, and height, for quick identifi- 

Our playing-field is the living-room table. 
No special marking are needed to represent 
the gridiorn, as the progress of the game is 
noted on two diagrams, one for each half, pre- 
pared before each game by ruling a repre- 
sentation of the gridiron on sheets of paper. 
We rule only the cross-lines, ten yards apart, 
not the lines running the length of the field. 
We usually used a paper nine by twelve inches, 
and spaced the ten-yard cross lines about half 
an inch apart. 


roTivrieht. 1010. by Ralph W. Kinsey. All righU reserved. 



Have you ever seen in the newspapers after 
a big football game the diagram of all the 
plays ? Well, that is the way we mark the 
progress of the game in our case. 
This is the way the game is played: 
The two teams of eleven cut-out players each 
are lined up on the table as in regular foot- 
ball. We simply lay them in position, not stand 
them up, for to do so would make it impos- 
sible to play the game, as you will see. We 

the ball would land. In this case, — forty yards, 
— we might say the end. Either right or left 
side may be designated by the side kicking. 

The rest of the players on the side receiving 
the ball are immediately piled in front of, or 
on top of, the player who has the ball, as 
"interference." Now, to see if the man with 
the ball is able to run it back for a gain or 
will be thrown for a loss ! His side throws its 
dice.< The opposing side throws theirs. If 



toss for the captains, to see who has the kick- 
ofif and who is to receive the ball, just as in 
the real game. 

On the diagram we place an x at the center 
line and, beside it, the letter of the team kick- 
mg off. The team kicking off then throws its 
dice (each team has two) to see the distance 
the ball is supposed to be kicked. Each point 
thrown counts five yards, so if we throw a total 
of eight with the two dice, that means a kick 
of forty yards. 

The ball — a piece of cardboard cut hi the 
shape of a foot':^all and of a size in proportion 
to the size of the players — is placed on top of 
t*-e player who, in the line-up, is nearest where 

the first throw is the greater, he gains. Each 
point over counts, as in all runs, ten yards. 
Thus, if he throws ten and the opponents eight, 
he gains two times ten yards, or twenty yards. 
If, however, the second throw is more than 
the first one, the runner is thrown for a loss. 
In that case each point less counts as one 
yard. So if the runner throws six and the 
opponent ten, he loses four points, or four 
yards. Thus, we would picture the kicking 
side as getting down under the ball in time to 
nail the runner in his tracks and throw him 
for a loss of four yards. 

But he might fumble the ball. To see if he 
does, before the throw is made, each player 




(the real live ones, I mean) takes his bunched- 
up cardboard players and shoves them into 
the opposing team. If, when the pile is un- 
tangled, the ball is on top of any player of the 
side receiving the ball, the ball has not been 
fumbled, and the loss or gain is then thrown 
for with the dice. If, however, the ball is on 
top of a player of the side kicking the ball, it 
has been fumbled, and that player has recov- 
ered it. In that case, we must see if the man 
nabbing the ball is able to advance it or is 
thrown for a loss. The dice are again thrown, 
and either the loss or gain is noted. Always, in 
throwing, the side with the ball throws first, 
and to advance the ball their throw must be 
more than their opponents' throw. 

If, when the pile is untangled, the ball is at 
the bottom, so that it -can't be on top of any 
player, then the man on top of the ball, instead 
of under it, is the one who is holding it. If 
the ball should bounce away from the pile of 
players altogether, the pile, without being un- 
tangled, is picked up from the table and thrown 
upon the ball, just as a bunch of players would 
scramble after a free fumble. Now do you 
see why it is necessary to paste our players on 
good, heavy cardboard ? It is a rough game. 

And now the game is on. The players are 
quickly separated, after the fate of the open- 
ing kick is decided and marked on the diagram', 
and lined up. It would take too long to ar- 
range them nicely and evenly, for we are play- 
ing against time, as in the real game, and every 
second counts. So we call it "lining up" if 
we bunch them roughly. After you have 
played several games you will have favorite 
formations, just as do the real coaches. Some 
of our men played six men on one pile, as if on 
the line, with five in a second pile. Others 
separated them into three piles, and so on. 

The side with the ball now announces what 
their play will be. The ball is laid on top of 
the man who is suppossed to be carrying it; the 
players of his side are piled about him as inter- 
ference, the dice are again thrown by both 
sides to see if he gains or loses, and the two 
teams are banged into each other. If there is 
no fumble, the play proceeds in the same way. 

We have already seen how runs are figured 
as ten yards to every point gained. We have 
also seen that kicks are figured five yards to 
each point. A forward pass is figured by the 
same method as a run. A line plunge, which is 
naturally retarded by more opposition, counts 
five yards to each point gained. That seems 
small, you say. Yet we have players who have 
gone through on a tackle through tackle for 

'^-fty yards gain ! Losses of any kind, on any 
kind of play, figure a yard to each point lost. 

There is no restriction as to the kind of plays 
that may be run off in the center of the field 
between the two twenty-five-yard lines. End 
run after end run, forward pass after forward 
pass, may be ventured. Perhaps you '11 be glad 
to try a line plunge when you notice, as we 
often did, that your line-plungers seem to gain 
consistently while your end-runners seem to 
have the ill luck of being thrown for a loss 
mostly. The only restriction is such as comes 
with the regular football rules, which are in 
force in our game as well as in the real one. 

Each side may kick when it pleases. In that 
case, we have to see if the ball is blocked. If 
the opposing side throws a number within one 
point of the number thrown for a kick, it is 
considered blocked. Thus if six is thrown for 
a kick, five, six, or seven would block it. If 
blocked, the ball is laid on the table and treated 
as a free fumble. That is, the two teams are 
rammed together, then picked off the table and 
thrown on the ball. The player who gets the 
ball is considered as having blocked the kick 
and grabbed the ball. His side then has the 
right to throw to see if he is able to advance 
it. If the kick is not blocked, the ball goes for 
the full distance thrown. No points are de- 
ducted from it, as in the case of a run or line 
plunge. Of course, on the kick-off or try at 
goal from the field, there is no blocking to be 

To make a goal from the field or a goal from 
a touch-down, the throw must come within ten 
yards too small or five yards too much. That 
is, if the distance is thirty yards, the goal 
would be considered kicked if we threw four, 
or twenty yards; five, or twenty-five yards; six, 
or thirty yards ; or seven, or thirty-five yards. 

Naturally, forward passes are an important 
part of the game, but difificult to achieve suc- 
cessfully, as in the real sport. To make one, 
the passer throws to show the number of yards 
the ball is hurled. If the opposing side throws 
a number within three points of this number, 
the pass is blocked. Thus, if eight is thrown, 
six, seven, eight, nine, or ten would block it. 
If it is blocked, the same scheme is followed 
as in the case of the free fumble or blocked 
kick. The only difference is that, if the side 
throwing the ball recovers it, we consider the 
throw blocked without any chance of running 
it on. If, however, an opponent lands on it, 
we consider it blocked by that player grabbing 
it out of the air before it touches the ground, 
and he is then given a try at advancing it. 




If the pass is unblocked, the ball is placed 
on top of a player. The distance thrown is 
counted as a gain, and the player is given an 
additional throw to see if he is able to advance 
it or is thrown after he has caught the ball. 

A bit before this I spoke of the fact that 
between the twenty-five-yard lines there is no 
restriction as to the kind of plays. Inside the 
twenty-five-yard line, however, once in every 
four plays a line plunge must be tried unless 
it is fourth down and the distance still un- 
made. Then a kick or fake kick may be tried. 

So there you have the game. Each play is 
marked on the diagram as it occurs, and while 
the players remain at the same spot on the, 
table, the diagram shows where the ball is sup- 
posed to be located, and you can easily imagine 
the teams are moving up or down the field. 
No special marks are needed in the diagram 

except a line like this for a kick; a 

straight line for a run, plunge, or loss; a dotted 
line for a forward pass. I have given you a 
diagram of the first half of a game we played, 
which will illustrate just how the game is 
scored and show how easy it is to follow it. 

Time is kept strictly, and "time" out is 
called whenever there is unnecessary delay or 
either side wishes to ask for it. We usually 
play fifteen-minute quarters, but, unlike the 
real game, do not change goals at the quarters, 
but at the halves. 

Naturally, as men are injured (have their 
heads torn off or arms or legs forcibly re- 
moved from their body) they are considered 
/ hurt and replaced by other players. In like 
manner, we do not hesitate to replace a player 
who seems to have no luck in making gains. 
And it is one of. the interesting features of 
this game to see how certain of the players 
seem to possess a power over the dice, time 
after time reeling off long gains, just as in real 
life the star is called upon time after time and 
responds with a sucessful try. 

And, fellows, figure for yourself the possi- 
bilities of this indoor sport! Before long we 
had increased our teams from two to twenty! 
Moreover, we worked out the following sched- 
ule as representing our season : 

Oct. 7 — Yale vs. Syracuse ; Harvard vs. 
Gettysburg; Penn vs. Swarthmore ; Princeton 
vs. Williams ; Cornell vs. State ; Columbia vs. 
Brown; Lehigh vs. Haverford; Lafayette vs. 
Bucknell ; Army vs. Dickinson; Navy z's. Dart- 

Oct. 14 — Yale vs. State; Harvard vs. In- 
dians; Penn vs. Lehigh; Princeton z's. George- 
town ; Cornell vs Syracuse ; Columbia vs. 

Swarthmore; Lafayette vs. Gettysburg; Army 
vs. Bucknell ; Navy vs. Brown. 

Oct. 21 — Yale vs. Brown; Harvard vs. Wil- 
liams ; Penn vs. Columbia ; Princeton vs. Cor- 
nell ; Lehigh vs. Swarthmore ; Lafayette vs. 
Dickinson; Army vs. Gettysburg; Navy vs. 
Georgetov/n ; Syracuse vs. Indians. 

Oct. 28 — Yale vs. Army ; Harvard vs. 
Georgetown ; Penn vs. Dickinson ; Princeton 
vs. Lehigh ; Cornell vs. Williams ; Columbia 
Z'S. Dartmouth; Lafayette vs. Swarthmore; 
Navy Z'S. State. 

Nov. 4 — Yale vs. Columbia ; Harvard vs. 
Army; Penn z's. Haverford; Princeton vs. 
Swarthmore ; Cornell z>s. Dartmouth ; Lehigh 
vs. Dickinson; Lafayette vs. Brown; Navy vs. 

Nov. 1 1 — Yale vs. Bucknell ; Harvard vs. 
Penn ; Princeton z's. Lafayette ; Columbia vs. 
Williams ; Cornell vs. Lehigh ; Army vs. In- 
dians ; Navy vs. Swarthmore. 

Nov. 18 — Yale z's. Princeton ; Harvard vs. 
Dartmouth ; Penn z''s. Indians ; Cornell vs. 
Georgetown ; Columbia vs. Bucknell ; Lehigh 
vs. Syracuse; Lafayette vs. State; Army vs. 
Haverford ; Navy vs. Gettysburg. 

Nov. 25 — Yale vs. Harvard ; Lehigh vs. La- 
fayette ; State vs. Dickinson ; Williams vs. 
Georgetown; Swarthmore vs. Haverford; 
Brown z's. Dartmouth. 

Nov. 30 — Penn vs. Cornell. 

Dec. 2 — Army vs. Navy. 

And how we did revel in the records as the 
season progressed ! Old rivals met on our 
gridiron and fought it out fiercely. Minor 
teams produced the usual surprises. As teams 
met late in our season, what a comparison of 
records there was as to scores they had made 
against similar teams, and how we tried to 
figure out which team stood the best chance of 
winning ! The surprising part of it all was 
the way some of the elevens ran true to form 
and triumphed repeatedly. 

Not only did we keep the scores of the teams, 
but each man's individual record was jotted 
down — oh, most "scientifically" ! We recorded 
how many halves he had played, his touch- 
downs, goals, gains in advancing the ball, and 
in blocking the enemy's advance. We credited 
him with a point for each point he made in 
advancing the ball and another point for each 
time he threw the opposing player back. The 
way we decided who tackled the runner was 
this : when the pile was untangled, the player 
of the opposing side nearest the man with the 
ball was the one supposed to. have done the 
tackling. For getting a fumble or forward 




pass, a player received two points' credit. 
These points were marked at once by the score- 
keeper, who also acted as time-keeper. 

When the season had ended, we had a com- 
plete record of each player. As an illustration, 
here is the way our Yale team stood when the 
season was over : 

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Leavenworth L.T. 
























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weight — 


At the end of the season, too, we had that 
supreme delight of all football "experts" — 
picking the Ail-American team. We selected 
the first, second, and third elevens, and did it 
by selecting the men with the best scores. It 
might interest you to know our eleven for one 
season was: Bachman (Lehigh), right end; 
Winslow (Navy), right tackle; Olds (Navy), 
right guard; Pierce (Lehigh), center; Waters 
(Lehigh), left guard; Gaston (Penn), left 
tackle; Shevlin (Yale), left end ; Weekes 
(Army), quarter-back; Metzinthin (Colum- 
bia), right half; Thompson (Cornell), left 
half; Ritter (Navy), full back. 

In this same season, the leading five elevens 
were: Yale, Lehigh, Columbia, Penn, and 
Harvard. Sounds rather odd, when we re- 
member how the real elevens usually stood ! 

I remember this season we had the All- 
American team play the second team, and, sad 
to say, they were soundly beaten by the score 
of 15 — 6. This was followed by a game be- 
tween the All-American and All-Canadian 
elevens, and this time the Stars and Stripes 
won, 23 — 6. 

Then came the awarding of the college let- 
ters to all men who had played eight halves or 
more. These we marked in ink on the back of 
our players. 

New captains were then elected for the fol- 
lowing season. There was no favoritism about 
the election, either. We threw dice for all the 
"letter" men, and the high man won. 

As you can see, there was no limit to what 

we could try. Better yet, as you may have 
noticed from the Yale line-up I just gave you, 
there was no limit to men who played on our 
teams. As long as we could get a picture of a 
player within the proper size, we could enroll 
him on one of our teams. Just imagine that — 
an eleven cor/posed of the giants of all sea- 
sons ! What bliss for the football coach ! 

And think, too, of the fun and importance 
of managing a:id directing not one team, but 
as many as ten ! Talk about Glen Warner and 
the cares of coaching the Indians ! We multi- 
plied his troubles by ten, and thought it great 
sport ! How seriously we tested this player 
or that in a weak position until we found his 
proper place most unexpectedly ! Thus Chad- 
wick, the Yale captain, proved a farce at half, 
but when tried at end made good at once. In 
the same way Tad Jones, the famous Yale 
quarterback of a few years ago, made good 
at guard on our team. Imagine that ! 

And as season was added to season, what 
sport it was to compare each season's records, 
to watch how this eleven and then that 
fought its way to a championship ; to see how 
the star of one season either continued his 
good work or fell by the wayside as a new one 
appeared to take his place ! 

It was n't long, either, before we had our own 
"rules committee," and began to improve the 
rules and regulations ! ilVIany a serious argu- 
ment did we have as to this point or that about 
the game. I remember well the effort made to 
admit players seven feet tall and the hot de- 
bates we had before we defeated it. In fact, 
most of us became regular orators in the 
course of our meetings and our debates. 

But try it yourself, fellows. iManage all the 
elevens yourself and play' all the games with 
yourself. There is nothing to hinder this in- 
teresting "solitaire" so long as you have a 
hand to use as motive power to shove the two 
elevens together. Or get your chum to man- 
age half the elevens and you take the other 
half, or get "Da" or big brother or the rest 
of your chums who enjoy football, and let each 
fellow manage and play one team ! There is no 
restriction as to what you can do with the 
game. Change it to suit new conditions or 
yourself when your own "rules-committee" 
meets. No doubt you, too, will have some 
good ideas with which you can add interest 
to the game. 

Start recruiting your players now, and start 
your season any time. I '11 guarantee you '11 
be insuring yourself and your chums many a 
happy evening for many months to come. 



Sylvia slammed her book together with a 
long-drawn sigh of relief and put it on top of 
a staggering pile of text-books beside her. 

"Thank goodness ! the last subject is fin- 
ished, for my head is positively woozy ! Tell 
me about when you were rich, Munny, and let 
me forget my troubles." 

Mrs. AlHson laughed and looked ruefully at 
the hole she was trying to patch in the side 
of Ted's trousers. "If there is anything in get- 
ting into the spirit, I am afraid my present 
environment will make it more or less difficult 
to impart the proper atmosphere to a 'rich' 
story. I don't see how Ted manages it ! I 
never see him off his feet except at table and 
when he is asleep, but one would imagine that 
he devoted his entire time and strength, sleep- 
ing as well as waking, to sliding over rough 

'"Oh, well, pretend that you are mending a 
weeny rent in your real lace ^jarty-dress be- 
cause your mother wishes to teach you to be 
careful of your clothes even though you have 
scads and scads of them." 

"Help !" pleaded her mother; "why, my dear, 
if I had such a powerful imagination as that, 
I should be able to make 'scads and scads' of 
money writing for publication — maybe even 
enough to keep Ted in unpatched trousers. 
But the party-dress does start a train of 

"All aboard !" called Sylvia, with a mis- 
chievous sparkle in her gray eyes as she rum- 
maged in the darning-basket and pulled out 
a pair of sieve-like stockings belonging to the 
same young destroyer of the trousers. "I will 
mend these in order to get in the proper 
state_of mind to appreciate your rich narrative. 
I am sewing on a trifle of chiffon and artificial 
flowers to bind upon my dusky tresses." 

"This story," began Mrs. Allison, "is to be 
about the tim.e just after I returned from 
boarding-school. Such a wonderful time ! First 
there was the joy of being home again; then, 
just beyond, Romance beckoned with the 
promise of all sorts of new delights. Our 
big, comfortable house became the center of 
gaieties in our set, for Mother loved young 
people and did everything in her power to 
make them happy. Father was rich for that 
part of the country and that time, though, of 
course, he would not be accounted so by 
present-day standards." 

"But you could go away to school, and had 
parties and servants and horses. Sounds ter- 
ribly rich to me. Please start the train again, 
precious !" 

"Mother not only loved to see us enjoy 
ourselves, but she was always on the alert to 
discern the needs of others and to try in some 
suitable way to supply them. To some it 
meant food and clothes ; to others, work ; and 
to still others, simply love and encouragement." 

"You could tell that to look at her eyes," 
said Sylvia. 

"Yes, you always loved them. I shall never 
forget the time she left us for a visit; you 
cried yourself to sleep wailing dismally, 'Oh, 
if I could only look in my grandmother's eyes 
and know they were ray grandmother's eyes 1' 
They were as wonderful for reading, as for 
winning, hearts and she very quickly saw into 
the heart of one of my schoolmates. I suppose 
the Carews thought they were doing quite 
enough for an orphaned niece by supporting 
her and sending her to the same finishing- 
school as their own daughter, though really 
their ample means easily permitted this. But 
when Marion Carew and her cousin Carol 
More came to visit me, it did not take Mother 
long to discern things that had not occurred 
to any ©ne else — or, at least, had not given 
them any concern. She realized that a young 
girl may get tired of endlessly wearing an- 
other's clothes, even though they were in the 
best condition. Then, too, Marion's clothes 
were carefully designed to suit her petite style 
and blond loveliness, so it was not strange that 
they were very often not becoming to a tall, 
slender brunette like Carol. Mother knew 
intuitively that a good deal of Carol's shy- 
ness and reserve came from this very thing, 
and that a girl might not be able to have that 
delightful 'party-fied' feeling in an unbecoming 
frock that was likely to be recognized as a 
'hand-me-down.' " 

"It would make you feel that way," said 
Sylvia, musingly. 

"We planned their visit so that they would 
be with us for the big Easter assembly, which 
was the social event of the season then, as now, 
and Marion's brother, with some of his col- 
lege friends, was to come down for what 
would now be called a week-end house party 
and the dance. Of course we were in the usual 
feminine flutter about frills and furbelows, 




and it was this that gave Mother the chance 
to work out her plan. She announced that 
she was going to give each of us an Easter 
present. Mine was to be a new dance frock 
with all the accessories, — Miss Katy was in the 
house working on it, — but the other two gifts 
were to be a surprise. And each zi^as a sur- 
prise. Marion was delighted with a cameo 
brooch that she had admired; but I shall never 
forget Carol's face when she saw hers. It 
was the daintiest, frilliest, new party dress, a 
dream in lavender tulle, with slippers and 
stockings to match. To make it quite com- 
plete, there was also an amethyst set of 
mother's girlhood, consisting of a ring, set 
with a big amethyst that had a tiny pearl 
flower inlaid on the top, and a quaint neck- 
lace, with pendant amethyst hearts." 

"Oh, Munny, imagine scattering jewels 
around in that reckless fashion and then say- 
ing it would not be rich now !" 

"I don't imagine the dress cost a great deal, 
as it was quite simple; its value lay in that it 
was new and lovingly planned to suit Carol. 
And Mother made it almost seem that she was 
giving herself a treat by saying she had so 
wanted to see Carol in lavender." 

"Oh dear !" sighed Sylvia ; "think of a mem- 
ber of our family ever having been able to do 
things like that, and here am I in my senior 
year at high, with all sorts of class parties 
on the way and no money for those very 
things. If Grandmother had n't given away 
quite so much — ^why, I know girls who have 
had lovely clothes made from things fished out 
of old trunks." 

"Why, Sylvia, I am surprised ! If you had 
seen the happiness that gift brought, you 
would n't begrudge it for an instant. Carol 
blossomed out like a beautiful flower; it was 
a revelation." 

"I know, Munny, and I am really glad she 
had the good time, and I don't mind the dress; 
but I do rather wish Gran had saved the 
amethysts. I never have had even a ring, 
and everybody is crazy about old-fashioned 

"I know you are n't stopping to think what 
you are saying, Sylvia. Don't ever allow 
yourself to feel even a shadow of regret for 
a lovely, unselfish thing done either by an- 
other or yourself. And as a matter of fact, 
that set might have gone with the rest when 
father's fortune was swept away." 

"I was n't really regretting, I guess, but I 
do love pretty things, and right now, when 
the class is going to have all sorts of doings — " 

"I know you want them and, more than you, 
I want them for you," sighed her mother ; 
"but not at the expense of our having failed 
to do our little to assist a starving Europe." 

"Of course, you blessed !" said Sylvia, giv- 
ing her a kiss of penitence. "I know how 
hard it is for you to manage on Dad's income, 
with everything gone up so, and I would n't 
have wanted you to give a penny less for war 
relief, even if it did cut out all the extras; 
but" — she gave a laughing pout — "I wish we 
could have done both. And I could n't help 
thinking that I would n't be absolutely hideous 
in a new lavender tulle, or that, at least, the 
amethyst set would give a little tone to my 
white lawn." 

"You would be lovely in it, dear," said her 
mother, smoothing the soft, dark hair ten- 
derly; "but you are so full of joy and sparkle 
that you don't need it as Carol did. She was 
so shy, and you — " 

"No one could accuse Silly of being shy," 
declared Ted as he turned a cart-wheel 
through the door and came right side up in 
position to kiss his mother. 

"It does n't run in the family," returned 
his sister, pointedly. 

"No, I 'm gradually overcoming mine, but 
I '11 tell you it has been a struggle." A broad 
grin almost engulfed his impertinent face. 
"What 's all this 'pale lavender' talk about?" 

"Just a long-ago dress Sylvia was longing 

"Longing for a dress !" declared Ted, scorn- 
fully. "Silly, my dear, you were rightly named ! 
Imagine longing for clothes, unless there 's 
such a thing as iron-clad trousers. Now, if it 
was 'eats,' I would work up some enthusiasm 
my own liT self. Say, how many hours is it 
until lunch-time? My tummy feels like an 
uninhabited shell-hole." 

Try as she would, Sylvia could not help 
thinking a bit wistfully of the lavender "fix- 
ings," though she did take a family pride in 
giving her chum Bernice a thrilling account 
of Grandmother Edwards in the role of Fairy 
Godmother. And so it seemed to be a sort 
of "thought-transference af¥air" when, from 
out the silence of years, there should come 
word from the "identical Carol More," who 
now had Thayer added to her name. Carol 
had come across the quaint amethyst set with 
which "dear Mother Edwards" had made her 
so blissfully happy, and she had been seized 
with such a desire to see her old friend Phoebe 
again that she wished to arrange a motor trip 
.so that she might stop over with her husband 


for a wee visit, if it would be convenient. 

After the first joy in hearing again from 
her old-time friend, Sylvia saw that her mother 
took on a look of wistful gravity and pre- 
occupation, and it was not hard for her to 
guess its cause. That day she had returned 
from school a-sparkle with joy because Bobby 
Clifton, the bright particular masculine star 
of the class of '19, had already asked her to 
be his partner for the June "Prom," and Mrs. 
Allison had been trying to evolve means for a 
simple party frock for the occasion. 

"But with even common gingham at forty 
cents a yard, I hardly know what we can find 
that will be suitable," sighed Munny. 

"Don't you wsrry, you lovey ; I can wear 
my lawn. We can still afford soap and 
starch," said Sylvia, bravely. 

"Oh, but you only will graduate once, and 
I should like you to go suitably dressed to 
these little school festivities. You can't al- 
ways wear the white lawn, and yet Father 
is already making every sacrifice in order to 
be prepared for the next bond issue." 

"Yes, and we all want him to be ready, 
too, don't we ? I 'd rather have a new bond 
pin on his coat than have the duckiest sort of 
a party dress, if there had to be a choice — 
and there does," only a shade regretfully. 

"It is the extravagantly high cost not of 
living, but of mere existing, that makes it so 
difficult to find any new place in which to 
make a cut. I feel that we are already down 
to the barest necessities of the cheapest whole- 
some food and the cheapest durable clothes. 
However, I 'm sure that it will be managed 
som.e way, if it is right that you should have 
this pleasure. You 've certainly deserved it." 

That night Sylvia took her books to her 
room to study, for she knew that there was 
a battle to be fought with the problem that 
persisted in obtruding itself between her and 
the lessons on which she tried so hard to con- 
centrate. Again and again she pushed it 
aside determinedly and thrust her head be- 
tween her hands So gaize fixedly at the printed 
pages. But at last she closed the book with 
a snap and resolutely faced the difficulty. On 
one hand were the delights of the school 
parties, and of one of them in particular, in 
which, more or less "easy to look at," owing 
to a dainty new frock, she floated about with 
an admiring Bobby at the "Prom.'.' Opposing 
this was the thought of her mother writing 
to her girlhood friend that it would not be 
convenient to entertain her. The struggle was 
"one the less severe because it was over so 


small a matter as a cheap little dress, nor yet 
because Sylvia from the first knew how it 
would end, and the big "little sacrifice" was 
made right gallantly. 

In the morning she would brook no denial 
as she lovingly folded her mother in her arms 
and insisted that the Thayers must be made 
welcome, adroity basing her arguments on 
the plea that it would humiliate Dad to 
acknowledge such a state in his affairs. 

Her mother won over, Sylvia was in a whirl 
of excitement, and insisted that the family 
put its best foot foremost, while she strenu- 
ously brushed, mended, and polished it for 
company. There was no vestige of reluctance 
in giving up the few free moments not pre- 
empted by her studies to fix up the guest- 
room so that its fresh daintiness quite obscured 
its plain simplicity. There was no regretful 
thought that even a short entertainment of 
guests would mean additional "goings with- 
out" in their closely pared scheme of living, 
only delight that dear, self-sacrificing Munny 
was going to have the pleasure of meeting 
again her girlhood's friend. 

But so firmly was Carol More entrenched 
in Sylvia's mind in the role of Cinderella that 
her surprise amounted to stupefaction when 
Mrs. Thayer arrived in a big, luxurious tour- 
ing-car that Ted said, "listened like a million 
dollars." And he added the further observa- 
tion that "poor Silly's mind, not being capable 
of grasping anything beyond a flivver, almost 
gave way under the strain." 

But the unexpected magnificence in no wise 
marred the enjoyment of the two perfect days 
the Thayers spent with them. It seemd to 
Sylvia an act of poetic justice that Cinderella 
Carol should have married the Prince; and 
if there ever had been a trace of envy of her, 
it completely evaporated in listening to the 
two friends revive a magical past and in hear- 
ing a second chapter of "The Amethyst Set." 

"So it really was that lovely lavender frock 
that made Lawrence fall in love with me," 
Mrs. Thayer said, her eyes dancing. 

"I don't fail to appreciate that gift, Carol," 
Mr. Thayer interposed, "but I repudiate the 
suggestion that I could have been influenced 
by feminine fripperies, however attractive. 
What got me was that so lovely an apparition 
should have condescended to notice a shy and 
undoubtedly awkward young man." 

"You were n't ; you were just nice and dig- 
nified. We all thought he was a woman-hater. 
But it was the dress, any way, for it gave me 
the confidence and the desire to do whatever 





I did. Men have ne idea of the difference 
proper clothes make in a woman's poise." She 
laughed, and a quick glance of understanding 
flashed to her from under Sylvia's black 

Even Ted was captured by the simple and 

unaffected charm of 

their wonderful guest, 

but it was Sylvia who 

seemed to find first 

place in her affections. 

She seemed as eager 

as Munny to hear all 

about Sylvia's simple 

school-life, her studies, 

her friends, hopes, and 

ambitions. And it made 

a real gap in the family 

life when the big car 

purred away with their 

"Oh dear !" sighed 

Sylvia the next morn- 
ing, "it 's exactly like 

coming out into the 

drizzle after the dazzle 

of the movies !" 

" 'Cold gray dawn of 
the morning after,' 

Dad 's always singing 
about," teased Ted. 

"Cheer up, raise your 

bumbershoot, and be- 
gin saving your pen- 
nies for some more 

movies. But no joke, 
it must be great to be 
as rich as Dad says 
they are. If I had that 
much, though, I 'd im- 
prove that car." 

"Oh, yes, I know ! 
You 'd have one of 
those movable kitchens, 
such as they have in the 
army, fixed up as a 
bake-shop and hitched 
on behind," suggested 
Sylvia, sarcastically. 

"Hurray for Silly ! If 
you keep on having ideas like that, we '11 have 
to change your name. As a reward for your 
say-gas-ity, I '11 buy a flivver to carry your 
books to school for you." 

"I need one," laughed Sylvia; "but I 've 
made up my mind that I '11 get 'highest dis- 
tinction' on my report, anyway." 

Mrs. Allison knew that the "anyway" might 
be translated to mean, "even if I can't have it 
at the class parties." And so the next week 
when Carol's bread-and-butter letter came, 
along with a box from a fashionable New York 
outfitter's addressed to Sylvia, she could 

'who could ever believe it — WHO could!' gasped SYLVIA," (see next page) 

hardly wait for the girl's return from school. 

On the walk home the gray eyes were a 
shade grave from the contemplation of the 
social gaieties upon which the class had al- 
ready launched and which had been the chief 
topic of conversation among her particular 
friends. For Sylvia had definitely made up 



her mind to forego these delights rather than 
have Munny worry because she could not have 
the simple finery of the other girls, knowing 
that it would be an even greater problem since 
the entertainment of their recent visitors. But 
one is seventeen only once, and the sacrifice 
was not absolutely painless, even though she 
stoutly assured herself that she would "a thou- 
sand times rather have had dear Mrs. Thayer 
with us." There was, however, not the faint- 
est trace of the struggle in her eyes when she 
kissed her mother and smiled back at her hap- 
pily. She even made her great announcement 
quite nonchalantly : 

"Everybody has talked about the Baccalau- 
reate banquet, the 'Prom,' and all the other 
parties until I 'm sure the real things will be 
just a little disappointing. I think I '11 keep 
my illusions and stay away from most of them. 
I 've made up my mind to stand at the top in 
my studies, and you know," very glibly, "you 
can't serve two masters." 

Mrs. Allison squeezed the girl to her closely. 

"Thinks it can fool its aged mother when the 
said parent has just finished excavating her 
own prehistoric girlhood ! I happen to know 
that your standing is quite assured, and so 
maybe you may be induced to change your 
mind when I show you a certain letter for my- 
self and a certain parcel for yourseli." 

"Munny!" the girl's eyes went big with joy- 
ous question. 

"The letter first? It 's from Carol." 

"Oh, yes ; I 've been looking for it every 

Mrs. Allison drew Sylvia into the big chair 
beside her and read: 

Dearest Phoebe : 

The visit with you and the dear family was 
almost as wonderful as that one in the Eastert'de of 
long ago — what a pleasure it was to bring those days 
back into now ! I wonder if, in memory of them, 
you will give me the privilege of doing something 
that will make me very happy — say as happy as your 
mother was on that never-to-be-forgotten Easter. 
I am so sure of your answer that I have not waited 
for it. 

You have two blessings that have been denied 
me and for which I would gladly exchange almost 
all of mine — not Lawrence, though. Sylvia, in par- 
ticular, stormed my heart ; she is so exactly what I 
wanted my daughter to be. She is at the age to 
which I look forward most eagerly with dream- 
daughter — that age of frocks and frills and innocent 
frivolity that is a sort of reaction from school life. 
You can't imagine how I looked forward to the time 
when I should be able to give her the loving under- 
standing and the simple joys that I had longed for. 
She never became anything more real than a dream- 
flauehter tintil T met Svlvia. whom T know vnu will 

share with me to the extent of letting me have the 
joy of giving her some of the little things I was 
never able to give that other. 

I send love and many thanks for the contribu- 
tion, individual and collective, that each one of you 
made to my happiness during our delightful sojourn 
with you. 

Lovingly, CAROL. 

P. S. — Tell Ted that a baseball suit with trousers 
especially built for base-sliding will follow as soon 
as Mr. Thayer can find one that will measure up to 
his exacting requirements. 

"Munny ! pinch me, put ice on my head, or 
do something heroic !" cried Sylvia as the box 
was opened and the tissue-paper wrappings 
parted "to the tune of smell-good-ums," as 
Ted declared, bursting into the party with his 
nose sniffing like a bunny's. 

"Who could ever believe it — who could!" 
gasped Sylvia as her mother lifted out the 
dainty lavender dance-frock, a beautiful twi- 
light cloud, revealing beneath it slippers and 
shimmering silk stockings to match. 

"Stop goozeling," demanded Ted, with no 
small show of excitement ; "it looks as if there 
was a second reel." 

And so there was — in fact, two; for under- 
neath was a flufYy white net, with the very 
touches of blue that would turn Sylvia's eyes 
to violets ; and below that, a soft, gray cape, 
under which the party finery was to be 
shrouded from the public gaze. 

"Think of having three new things all at 
once, and none of them 'necessaries !' " Sylvia 
was so overcome by her riches that she looked 
about her, a flushed picture of dazed happiness. 

"I hate to say it. Silly, but you look every 
inch of your name !" grinned Ted, stooping to 
fish among the crumpled papers in the bottom 
of the big box and coming up with an old- 
fashioned leather case. 

"Open it," said Sylvia, weakly ; "but break 
it to me gently !" 

A paper fluttered to the floor as Ted snapped 
open the lid : 

"Sylvia dear, there is no one else to whom I would 
surrender dear Mother Edwards's much-loved gift. 
Maybe some day you will pass on its magic to some 
other young girl." 

Sylvia, in a snow-drift of tissue-paper, lifted 
up eager hands for the case that Ted had 
kept high above her head. There, on the yel- 
lowed velvet, lay a ring set with a big amethyst 
that had a little pearl flower inlaid on the top, 
and, beside it, a quaint necklace with pendant 
amethvst hearts ! 


"All right, 
Bob; let 'er 
Mack as 
\v e stepped 
into the 

hoist-bucket at the mouth of the shaft. The 
engineer moved a lever, and the drum around 
which the cable was wound began to turn. 

Down we went from the fresh moun- 
tain air and warm sunlight into the shivery 
darkness of an apparently bottomless pit, — into 
all manners of smells of earth and dampness 
and powder, — down, down, till the sky seemed 
to lower to the mouth of the shaft, now a little 
square of light far overhead. 

The mining course of the state university 
requires a certain amount of practical work to 
be done by every student in addition to the 
theoretical instruction received; so I was be- 
ginning a summer's work at the Silver Cloud 
Mine, in a mining region in the high Sierras. 

It was a novel experience to plunge into the 
work and life of the mines after being all my 
life accustomed to the far different life of a 
city boy. 

Besides the strange scenes and customs of 


camp life and the men whose lives were so 
different from my own, the work at the mine 
proved extremely interesting and, at first, 
rather exciting. For the first time I experi- 
enced the sensation of working on a narrow 
shelf with a hundred feet of black, empty space 
beneath my feet. It was with a strange feel- 
ing that I first stepped into the steel bucket, 
and was lowered to the bottom of the hundred- 
and-fifty-foot shaft. I hoped that the cable 
was strong enough. 

The Silver Cloud was a new mine. In fact, 
we were not far beyond the "prospect" stage, 
for an ore ledge had been struck only a short 
time before I arrived. Just now we were 
spending most of the time deepening the main 
shaft. It was thought that when we reached 
the two-hundred-foot level we should strike 
the big vein which near-by mines had found 
rich in the precious metals. 

So far, for the most part, we had been work- 
ing with picks and shovels, digging out dirt 
and loose rock. But for the last two or three 
days we had been drilling holes in solid rock 
which obstructed our way. 

As we started down this morning. Mack said 
to me : "We '11 finish puncturing the old boy 





this morning. Then we '11 fill him full of fire- 
works and blow him to smithereens." 

I must have looked a bit startled at this an- 
nouncement of my impending experience with 
dynamite, for the engineer had laughed and 
said: "Look out! Don't get blown out of the 

I had to stand much joshing from those 
hardened veterans of the mines, to whom I was 
still a greenhorn. But Mack, with whom I 
worked most of the time, was very considerate, 
and frequently gave me a lift with my work. 

The shaft down which we are going was 
walled with heavy, well-braced timbers. We 
kept the wall built down to within a few feet 
of the bottom so as to be safe from cave-ins. 
Down one wall ran electric-light wires and two 
air-pipes, one for compressed air for the driir, 
the other to keep us supplied with fresh air 
while we worked. Down the opposite wall ran 
a ladder. It was made of pipe and chain, so 
as not to be . broken or carried away by the 
heavy blasting, and was for use only in case 
the hoist should get out of order. 

I certainly hoped that it would work all right 
while I was at the bottom. I shivered at the 
thought of having to climb up a perpendicular 
ladder of that material, with a hundred and 
fifty feet of space underneath. 

As soon as the bucket touched the bottom of 
the shaft we stepped out and got ready to finish 
the drilling. The steel drill was driven by 
compressed air from the compressor engine in 
the building near the mouth of the shaft. A 
cylinder attached to the back end of the drill 
contained a hammer. This was so operated 
with valves that the compressed air, entering 
at the other end of the cylinder by a hose, 
drove it against the drill with a hundred-pound 
force ten or fifteen times a second. 

Such a drill bored rapidly, but it made a 
terrific racket in the narrow shaft. It was 
rather strenuous work to operate it, because of 
the heavy kick. So Mack and I took turns 
running it for short periods, while the other 
kept the hole wet and cleaned out the moist 
paste of ground rock which kept forming. 

Early in the afternoon we had all the holes 
drilled. At our signal the bucket was hoisted, 
and soon came down again with a hundred 
pounds or so of dynamite. 

"Hope you boys brought your umberrelies," 
shouted Bob, down the shaft. "If you did n't, 
you '11 get a wettin'." 

Then we looked up and noticed that the 
patch of light above had grown dim. The 
blue of the sky had turned to a heavy gray. 

Almost immediately we heard the distant rum- 
ble of thunder and could even see the faint re- 
flections of lightning. 

While Mack carefully sifted the brown pow- 
der into each hole and tamped it down solid, I 
measured ofT the lengths of fuses. I cut them 
different lengths, so that the charges would go 
ofif in the right order and each blast open the 
way for the next. This made them more effec- 
tive than if we had set them off together, and 
also enabled us to count them and be sure when 
all ten had gone off. 

Soon we had the fuses attached to the per- 
cussion-caps, which were necessary to ex- 
plode the dynamite. After caps and fuses were 
in place, we piled loose rocks over the holes to 
drive the force of the explosions in more effec- 
tively. Then we gave Bob the blasting-signal. 
In answer to it he hoisted the bucket to the top 
and lowered it again to show that the hoist 
was in running order. We lighted all the fuses 
quickly, took the electric bulbs from their 
sockets, gathered together our tools, and 
stepped into the bucket. 

By this time the thunder-storm was raging 
furiously overhead. The thunder, echoing and 
reechoing in the hollow shaft, was almost 
deafening. As the cable tightened, after our 
signal to the engineer, a brilliant flash of light- 
ning lit up the whole shaft for an instant. The 
clap of thunder followed it so closely that we 
knew the lightning must have struck not far 
from the mine's mouth. 

At the same second the bucket stopped, al- 
most before it had swung clear of the ground. 
Before we had time to wonder why, Bob's 
head appeared at the top, and he cried : 

"Climb for your lives !" The power 's off !" 
Then we knew what had occurred. The 
lightning must have short-circuited the electric 
wires or burned out the motor. 

Well, we tumbled out of that bucket about as 
fast as hands and feet could take us. We 
jumped over to the ladder side of the shaft and 
groped for the pipes and chains. But in the 
darkness we did not immediately lay our hands 
on them, so Mack pulled out his pocket-lamp 
and flashed it upon the side of the shaft. 
Imagine our consternation when we saw that 
the bottom of the ladder was entirely out of 
reach ! The timber was built down to within 
three or four feet of the bottom, but through 
some oversight the ladder had not been ex- 
tended I 

There we were, fifteen feet from the bottom 
of the ladder, with ten fuses quickly burning 
their way to a hundred pounds of dynamite 


tucked into the rock ! In a very short time the going to do anything to save ourselves, we 
whole bottom of the shaft would be blown up. must do it in a tremendous hurry. 

The shortest fuse was about three minutes The first thing that entered my head was to 


long, and many precious seconds had been put out those sputtering fuses. I jumped to the 

wasted while we were getting ready to ascend, heap of rocks we had piled over the holes and 

secure in the thought that the hoist would lift started madly to throw the stones off so as to 

us out in a few moments Now. if we were get at the fuses. 



But instantly Mack caught me by the shoul- 
der and perked me back. 

"Cut that out, boy !" he roared. "We could 
n't get half of 'em out before the others would 
go off. And besides, they 've most likely 
burned into the holes by now. 

"Here, quick ! Up on my shoulder, then 
jump for the ladder. It 's the only chance to 
get out, unless we want to get blown out." 

I started to follow his command, but then I 
thought of him. 

"But that leaves you down here," I objected, 
"for I can't pull you up when I do reach it." 

"It 'd better be you to get out than me," 
Mack urged. "Hurry, or we '11 both get 

Still I hesitated, and he was starting to 
swing me up himself when a thought came 
to him. 

He acted on it instantly. 

"Hold yourself up strong," he shouted, "and 
boost me with all your might if you want to 
get out of here alive !" 

With a spring he was on my shoulder, 
steadied himself for an instant against the wall 
of rock, then stretched up to his full height, 
his arms reaching for the bottom of the ladder. 
He uttered an exclamation of disappointment. 

"I can't make it tliis way," he groaned. "I 
've got to jump for it. Look out now, when I 
try it, if I fall !" 

I felt his heavy weight quiver for an instant 
as his muscles tensed for the spring. With a 
dig of his feet into my shoulders, his weight 
left me, and I fell flat from the push he gave. 

I leaped up, to see his huge frame hanging 
above me, his hands gripping the last rung of 
the ladder. 

"Now for it !" he bellowed. "Grab my feet 
and hang on for your life." 

Then I saw his scheme. I threw myself 
upward, and grasped one of his thick ankles 
with all my might. "All right !" I gasped. 

Then began a climb for life, and with what 
a handicap ! To chin one's self with one hand 
is a hard enough feat for the ordinary heavy 
man, but Mack must do it with my hundred 
and sixty pounds hanging like an anchor to 
his feet. 

I could feel his muscles tighten with the tre- 
mendous effort. I felt myself rise slowly — 
terribly slowly it seemed to me, with the smoke 
of the fuses in my nostrils, expecting at every 
moment to hear the crash of rock bursting with 
the deadly explosive. 

I could hear the big gasp for breath as 
he struggled to lift two of us hand over 

hand to a position where we could both climb 
for ourselves. I felt sure he could never ac- 
complish so gigantic a feat. It seemed as 
though we were slipping back. I thought he 
had given it up, and that we should both drop 
down, to be hurled up with the force of the 
impending explosion. 

But even as my grasp on his ankles loosened, 
I glanced up and saw the ladder hardly above 
Mack's knee. With a last terrific strain, he 
pulled us up to where he could put his feet on 
the rung. I could then have shifted my hands 
to the ladder; but he would not trust to my 
strength till he could get me up far enough for 
me also to obtain a footing. He called: 

"Hold on with both hands to my left leg!" 

As I obeyed, he quickly drew his free leg up 
and used its strong muscles step by step to 
raise me. Three steps, and I drew myself up 
so that my feet were on the ladder. 

As he felt my weight withdrawn from his 
leg he cried : 

"All right, son; no time to lose!" 

You can readily believe that we began to 
clamber out of that hole like the most agile of 
monkeys. I did n't dare to think of falling 
back ; we must n't even slip one step ! 

It seemed impossible that we could get out 
of reach of the deadly rocks that would come 
flying up, hurled by the immense power let 
loose by the dynamite. Every moment I 
imagined that I could hear the roar, that I 
could feel the upward rush of air, driven by 
the might of expanding gases. 

Mack kept glancing down to be certain that 
I was coming safely, and muttered a word of 
encouragement if he thought I faltered. But 
tiie strength of desperation kept me close at' 
his heels. Already the mouth of the shaft was 
close overhead. I could see Bob's strained, 
anxious face bending over the opening. 

At last Mack's hands reached the bar at the 
top of the ladder ; Bob clutched his arm ; and 
with a heave, Mack was out. Then strong 
arms yanked me up so quickly that I was left 
gasping for breath. 

"Well," said Bob, 'T guess you got out about 
the right — " 

As he spoke, there came a mighty blast of 
wind, the ground trembled, and a muffled roar 
burst from the depths below. We looked at 
each other silently. It was a rather sickly 
smile that came to our lips. 

"Well," said Mack, finally, "maybe we '11 do 
some more blasting down there sometime. But 
if we do, I reckon we '11 see to it that our 
ladder 's built down to the last inch !" 



August 12, 


Dear Phil: 

Hello ! how 
are you ? Gee, 
it sure is too 
bad you had 
that spill and 
broke your 
leg ! Did you 
smash your 
bike all to 
pieces, too? 
You and me 
have been 
having tuf 
"pat" times, but I 

sure have 

struck it lucky when the doctor sent me out 
to California, and I wish every old day that 
you were here ; we could have some swell times ! 
Uncle Dick is assistant 
director in the movies, 
and he has sure shown 
me some fun. I 've 
been havin' the most 
fun, tho, with three 
kids, mostly one of 
them, cause he 's just 
my age — but cracky ! I 
wish you was him, I 
mean he was you — you 
know what I mean — 
course I like him tho — 
Well, you see this 
kid lives bout a block 
from me, and every day 
we play in his yard 
with a swell coaster we 
made out of boxes and 
skates. Brian — that 's 
his name — Brian 
Moore. When he told 
me what it was I said 
Oh gee, I know ! for the 
guy that 's senator or 

something, but he said, gee no ! my name is 
Irish, and hq told me how to spell it. So now 

you are learning some of a new language. And 
if he tells me any more, I will tell you. 

Brian has two little brothers — the cutest lit- 
tle kids. One has such long curly hair I 
thought he was a girl — he 's Micky — and the 
other is Pat — and here is the joke on me — but 
I bet you would a been fooled, foo, 'cause — 
well, what do you think? We played every 
day in their yard, most, an' I kept studying 
about that little Pat — And one day I said, "Say, 
kid, did n't you never live in St. Louis? cause 
I bet I saw you there." And Brian's mother 
heard me and she laughed and said, "Shure, 
Pat was born in London, and you probably saw 
him in pictures!" And whatda you think! 
He 's that little kid we saw in "the Squaw 
Man." He 's only four and a half years old, 
and is a Star in the movies ! His mother told 
me she 'd give me some pictures of him and 
Micky for you. Micky is 3. All of them are in 
pictures — and she 's awful nice — gives us jam 


and bread just as Mother does, big slices 
and guess ivhatf Pat gets moren 150 dol- 
lars a week, an Micky moren a hundred ! 
How 's that for kids 4 an 3 years old. Cracky ! 


Uncle Dick works at a studio in Hollywood, 
where Pat does. Pat lets me ride his pony 



when I go out there. AVhen you see the pic- 
ture of him with shaps on you will know hira 
alright. You 'd never guess he is a Star to 
see us playing like any old kids. All the cow- 
boys wave to him when they go by his house. 

I promised IMother not to say gee so much, 
but gee I keep forgetting ! 

\\Tiatda you think happened ? / been on a 

"jiu," MASCOT OF THE u. s. S. Texas and mary pickford, 
THE battle-ship's sponsor 

battleship. The Pacific Fleet came to Los 
Angeles, you know. Yes, and she carried a ■ 
airship. The aviator named Charles Ward- 
well has fought with the Italian, tlie French 
.ind the British fliers, and was with our Navy 
—gee ! and guess what — when he came back 
end got with the Texas (that 's the ship) 
he got his old plane back, and I saw a place 
where it was shot in the war! Gee, if we 
had about 50 ships like the Texas we *d 

lick the world — Uncle Dick says we would not 
have to Hck them, for they 'd be afraid of us. 

But say, the best thing on that ship was the 
mascot — a cracky fine English bulldog — 
smart ! ! you ought to see the tricks the men 
have taught him ! He can do every old thing — 
his name is Jim, and do^vn in the wardroom 
that 's the living room on a ship — and what do 
you think, they call 
the kitchen the galley — 
and it 's right on the 
deck, aft. Yes, and 
they don't say the fore 
and aft flagpole, but 
Flagstaff for the one 
aft, where the U. S. 
flag flies, and Jackstaff 
for the one at the 
front, where the Jack 
flies — So remember 
now, and don't be a 
greenhorn like me, and 
call the Jackstaff a 
flagstaff. Gee, I wish 
St. Louis was on the 
Ocean ! 

Just a few days ago 
the Texas had a big 
Xaval Ceremony, cause 
the Texas won a prize 
for selling the most 
^'ictory bonds, and Sec- 
cretary Daniels and 
Admiral Rodman and 
about a dozen more big 
officials helped ]\Iary 
Pickford raise a flag at 
the flagstaff, cause 
Mary helped the men 
win the prize. And the 
prize was the flag that 
flew on the ship Presi- 
dent Wilson went to 
France on, so it 's 
called the George 
IV ashington pennant. 
O yes — I started to tell you there is a big 
picture of Jim in the wardroom, and it was 
painted by a English lady, and says Jim was 
the "gift of Admiral Sir David Beatty to the 
U.S.S. Texas." He is a crackin fine dog. 

Goodby. I don't know whether we 'd better 
be aviators or sailors. I sure liked that Texas 
— Just as shiny clean as a new knife. Well, 
goodby. Take good care of my pigeons. 

So long, Lewis. 




It all began three years ago, when a new- 
teacher of public speaking came to our high 
schooL For Miss Thomas was different, and 
she m^de her class different, so that we all 
liked it. We had the same work that other 
teachers gave us, but she found time for new 
things that made it twice as interesting. 

We acted out pantomimes. Could the class 
get the story that we were trying to tell by 
gestures? One day she asked who had been 
to a moving-picture that week, and then differ- 
ent boys and girls acted movie parts, while the 
rest of us guessed what characters they were. 

Then she started a new class for plays, 
and it soon had a waiting-list, so many elected 
it. Just reading plays aloud, each of us doing 
a part, made them twice as real. We even 
tried to act out a little one-act play in our 
crowded school-room, but the desks gave us 
no space, and when we went up-stairs to the 
big auditorium, that failed. It is such a big 
room, seating sixteen hundred, that our voices 
and gestures were lost. What we wanted was 
plays, and a little place to work in, a sort of 
laboratory for our new class. 

When the school began again in September, 

Miss Thomas told us. about the work she 'd 
been doing in the summer, and the plays she 'd 
seen, and especially about the Portmanteau 
Theater, giving its first performance in a 
settlement house down on the East Side in 
New York. And she said just what we 'd all 
been thinking: "If we could only have a little 
theater !" And then she went on, "I 've been 
wondering, if the Portmanteau could give their 
beautiful plays in that dingy gymnasium, why 
could n't we do something in the music- 
practice room down-stairs." 

At once boys and girls took up the sug- 
gestion. Indeed, while we were eagerly dis- 
cussing it, James slipped out of the room, 
hunted up the principal, and asked breath- 
lessly, could our class have that room? 

"I don't see any reason why not," was the 

And back came James with the permission, 
and we went right to work. "We" means not 
only our class, but nearly every girl and boy 
of all the eleven hundred in our school. The 
manual-training class built out the narrow 
platform to fourteen and a half feet, and in 
front of this, a step lower, they built a fore- 



stage, eight feet wide ; so our whole stage is 
twenty-two by twenty-four feet, a very good 
size. We are very proud of our fore-stage, 
as it is the first one in the Middle West. The 
English literature class had learned about it, 
because Beaumont and Fletcher used one ; 
but we really borrowed it from the Portman- 
teau Theater, to bring the players closer to 
the audience. The theater now seats a hundred 
and sixty-six, and that makes a fair audience. 

The proscenium-arch, which separates the 
stage from the guests, is the work of the 
manual-training class, too. It is just a par- 
tition made of compo-board. The piers at 
the side are hollow, with the switches for 
the lights, and the pulleys and ropes for the 
curtain inside. When George showed Miss 
Thomas his diagram for the curtain machin- 
ery, it proved too complicated for her to 
understand, but it has never failed to work. 

And our stage has one real innovation: 
back of the brown curtain, reaching from 
floor to ceiling, are glass doors. They have 
a framework of wood, which we enameled gray. 
Through these glass doors the audience gets 
a first hint of the setting for a play; then 
the pages open the doors, which fold back 
out of sight, and the whole scene is disclosed. 

The girls in the sewing class made curtains 
of ecru scrim, to take away the bare look of 

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lettered it. Outside the building Mr. Park's 
boys put up a quaint sign announcing "Our 
Little Theater." It has a swinging bulletin- 
board, and two lanterns light it at night. The 
printing class did the programs and tickets. 

You see, everybody helped, and the first 
week in December we opened our theater 
with a real play. One page lay down on the 
couch and went to sleep; the other nodded 
on a stool. This was to show, you under- 
stand, that acted drama was asleep in the 
high school. A trumpet sounded. The page 
on the stool started, rose, shook his friend, 
looked at the clock, and called out : 

"Wake up ! Wake up. Jack ! Eight-fifteen, 
and time for the play to begin 1" 

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Jack yawned, glanced at the clock, and got 
up. They held back the curtain, and out 
stepped the reader of the prologue, who told 
in rhyme, written by the English class, 
how this playhouse was built. At the line, 
"But hark! I hear the bells chiming!" a 
gong struck, behind the scene. "Pages, draw 
back the curtains, and let us enjoy our first 

The drawn curtains revealed the sculptor's 
studio; a slave was putting things to rights. 
The pages watched him through the glass 
doors, then motioned to each other to open 
the doors, too, so that the audience could see 
the play. And during the performance of 
"Pygmalion and Galatea" they sat on their 
gay cushions on the fore-stage. 

The pages are always busy people. Appar- 
ently they manage everything — open and close 
the curtains and doors, carry in properties, 
and introduce the boys and girls who perform 
on the fore-stage; for during intermissions 
we have people sing or play or dance — trouba- 
dours, or the ukulele quartet, or Greek dancers, 
or a violinist. 

The pages are the go-betweens between the 
play and the audience. Sometimes our audi- 
ence is more amused with the pages than with 
the play, puzzling out what the idea really is. 

"What play did you say this is?" asks Fred. 

Harry, looking at his program : " 'A Pot of 
Broth,' by Yeats, and J. W. plays the beggar- 

Fred : "Oh, hurry ! Let 's draw the curtains 
and see Jonathan." (As the beggar enters) 
"Oh, look at him! Is n't he strange?" 

Harry, as they close the curtain after the 
play: "What a funny old Irish duffer Will 
makes! He looks just like an old man who 
lives down' our way." 

Fred : "The next is an Irish reel. Hurry, 
I hear the music!' (They enjoy the dance 
on the fore-stage.) "Did you see Walter's 
green tie'" 

Harry: "Yes, and he nearly forgot which 
girl was his partner." (They both laugh.) 

Fred: "The next play is called 'The Lost 
Silk Hat' — 'supposed to be a streeet scene.' " 

Harry: "Well, this fore-stage does n't look 
much like a street to me." (As if he had 
an idea) "Let 's make it look like one." 
(Each page brings in a pillar, boxes, and 
stools.) "Now this can be the front of the 
house. There, set your box straight; this is 
an awful' particular play, you know. Looks 
better, does n't it?" 

Fred: "Yes, but it 's so dark here. We 


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can't have a street without any Hght. I 've 
got an idea — the lamp-Hghter. Hey, there, 
Lamp-hghter ! Come and give us some Hght." 

Lamp-Hghter : "AH right. I 'H be there in 
a minute." ( He goes up the aisle, steps on 
to the fore-stage, and Hghts two old-fashioned 
street-lamps, which we had rescued from the 
back alleys of a town near by.) 

Fred : "Thank you, Lamp-Hghter. Won't you 
stay and see the play?" 

Lamp-lighter: "Oh, I can't; have n't time." 

Both pages, urging him: "Oh, yes, you 
have ! Do sit down." (So he blows out his lan- 
tern and sits down in the front 

row, and the play begins.) 

The whole expense for our 
theater was only a hundred and 
sixty-five dollars the first year. 
This bought the lumber, the cur- 
tain material, the paint, and the 
lighting fixtures. By June we 
had paid back every cent to the 
board of education, and we 
charge only twenty-five cents 
in the evenings, and five cents 
in the afternoons. Often boys 
and girls save a nickel out of 
their lunch money, and our 
matinees are always crowded. 

The costumes are never ex- 
pensive ; our sewing-teacher is a 
genius, and the girls do all the 
work. For our first play eleven 
dollars provided nine Greek 
costumes — six-cent linings, used 
dull side out, ten-cent silkolines. 
twenty-five-cent sateen ; slipper soles from the 
ten-cent store made into sandals. The robes 
had border designs put on with crayolas or 

Of course in any theater the lighting is the 
most difficult thing. We spent some of our 
money this year for an indirect lighting sys- 
tem. The boys in the physics class did most of 
the work. We have no footlights at all, so 
there is no need for much make-up. There are 
overhead lights, hidden by the proscenium- 
arch, and lights on each side, with reflectors. 

For the performances on the fore-stage we 
wanted a moonlight effect, but the side-lights, 
covered with colored silk, did not succeed. 
Some one suggested the head-lights of an auto- 
mobile, and ElHs offered to drive their car 
near the window and turn the lights on to the 
fore-stage. An hour later he reported to Miss 
Thomas, "Come, please, and see the moon we 
have made you!" A western moon at eight 

o'clock seemed impossible, but there it was, 
shining steadily and happily, as if it said, "This 
is my contribution to Our Little Theater." 

For the convenience of the audience there 
are side-lights of gas that burn throughout our 
performances. The fixtures we made from 
peroxide bottles, after the bottoms and necks 
were ground off ; the forge class set them into 
iron frames, with lids of sheet-iron fitting over 
the tops, and in the lids they made a crescent- 
moon design. They give an amber glow to 
the theater; streaks of dark and light, like the 
aurora borealis, radiate from the bottle; and 


there is the moon's shadow on the ceiling. 
With the glass doors and the curtained win- 
dows, they give our room real atmosphere, 
"like an old monastery," as one visitor was 
heard to say. 

In this year and a half Our Little Theater 
has given over twenty plays, often several one- 
act plays in an evening. And we not only do 
plays, but we are learning about producing 
them. We make designs for the settings. And 
we have great fun trying out things— thunder 
and lightning, a snow-storm, and a fire. 

But all this is regular school-work. No mat- 
ter what your part may be, usher, manager of 
stage or lights, actor, page, advertising man, 
you are marked at each performance and at 
each class appointment. We have written les- 
sons and special topics and examinations. But 
none of the other classes is half so interesting, 
for this is ours, our work and our play to- 
gether. It is well named "Our Little Theater." 



A DANGEROUS subject ! It is difficult to dis- 
cuss America's part in the Treaty and the 
League without being accused of party pre- 
judice. That is not a very serious accusa- 
tion, because whenever any great question of 
policy is before the country, the country di- 
vides on one side or the other pretty much as 
the two great parties take their sides. How- 
ever, The Watch Tower tries to be, first, 
American, and, second, "independent" in its 
report and comment. 

The League debate grew warm in Septem- 
l)er. President Wilson made his tour of the 
country, speaking in the large cities. He 
spoke in generalities, his opponents said; gen- 
eralities that did not seem to them even to 
glitter. They answered his speeches in 
speeches of their own. The people, presum- 
ably, listened to the speeches on both sides, 
or read reports of them in tlie newspapers, 
and made up their own minds. Really, it 
seemed as though in the main the people were 
not greatly moved one way or the other, and 
only wished that the President and the Sen- 
ate would decide on a course of action and 
settle the thing. But it seemed that the na- 
tion must be grasping more clearly the fac- 
tors involved, and fixing values upon the argu- 
ments pro and con, with regard to the supreme 
consideration of true Americanism, our own 
rights in the world, and our duties to the rest 
of the world, and more specialized matters, 
like Shan-tung, Persia, the number of votes 
controlled by the British Empire, and so on. 

What can safely be said here is this: that 
in this great debate we have had an oppor- 
hmtty to see our system of government at 

work. We have seen the question take form 
and go through the most searching study. We 
have seen what the President on the one side 
and the Congress on the other can and can- 
not do. 

By the time this article is read the nation's 
policy will in all probability have been defi- 
nitely fixed, and we shall stand upon the firm 
rock of decision instead of the shifting sands 
of discussion. 


.\bouT the time a good man}- of the present 
readers of St. Nicholas were born, some- 
where along the latter part of the first dec- 
ade of this century, there was a terrific 
storm that came tearing in from the Gulf of 
Mexico, and left a trail of ruin in Texas. The 
hurricane and the tidal wave almost completely 
wrecked the city of Galveston. 

The city was reconstructed, and a great 
sea-wall was built to protect it against wind 
and wave. The courage and determination 
shown by the afflicted people at that time won 
the admiration of the whole nation, as their 
suffering had commanded its instant sympathy. 

On September ii of this year the Weather 
Bureau at Washington sent out storm warn- 
ings for the Texas coast. For two or three 
days the storm was reported as "centered in 
the Gulf." Then suddenly the bulletins an- 
nounced that the whole Gulf coast was in the 
tempest's line of march. And so it was ! "Area 
disturbance greatest in history of Weather 
Bureau," was the warning. 

Corpus Christi and other Texas towns were 
wrecked. On September 20 it was reported 
that ,^86 person.s were known to have lost 




their lives, and it was certain that the casu- 
alty list was still far from complete. The 
transportation, light, and power services had 
been put out of commission. Houses and 
stores had been blown down or washed away, 
and the gale had left a trail of destruction 
and devastation that would have made a 
German army proud of itself. 

Help was given with all the speed and ef- 
fectiveness that American wits and kind 
hearts command in such emergencies. Is it 
silly or sloppy to rejoice over the courage of 
the Texans and the kindness of the rest of 
us Americans and to see in them proofs of 
the continued existence of that good old 
American spirit of which we are proud? 


He came to America with a message of grati- 
tude and friendship from the Belgian people. 
The boys and girls, as well as the men and 
women, of America were glad to greet hini. 
They had taken no small i)art in American 
projects for relief for his stricken people. 
They had admired the courage and endurance 
of the Belgians, and they had many a time 
applauded his own brave words and acts. 
Thcv had read how he, clergyman and 

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scholar, had in behalf of his oppressed people 
fearlessly faced, outspokenly denounced, and 
stoutly resisted the monsters of Prussian mili- 
tarism. They knew that his scholarship had 
the pulse of humanity, that his religion was 
broader than any creed, and that he feared no 
man because he did fear God. 

And as they joined in America's greeting 
to him, so did they join also in America's de- 
termination to hold fast forever the love of 
liberty, the readiness to die rather than sub- 
mit to invasion of the freeman's rights, which 
both Belgium and the United States carried 
into, through, and out from the war. 


Regardless of the smaller matters of inter- 
national politics, which occasionally color our 
ideas, when you think what are the actual 
good and bad influences in the life of man- 
kind you are pretty sure to come to the con- 
clusion that Great Britian and the United 
States, standing together, represent the 
mightiest force in the world on the side of fair 
dealing among 
the nations. 
That does n't 
mean that we 
think every- 
thing England 
does is the 
best that can 
be done, any 
more than we 
think every- 
thing Ameri- 
can is ideally 
perfect. It 
does mean that 
England and 
America are 
and ought al- 
ways to be 
partners on the 
side of justice. 

So everything that increases the friendship be- 
tween the great English-speaking peoples, 
everything that helps them to understand each 
other better, is a good thing for the peace and 
prosperity of the world. 

Such a thing is the presence in this country, 
as Great Britian's Ambassador, of Viscount 
Grey. For years before the war he, as Foreign 
Minister in the Government of the British 
Empire, labored constantly for peace among 
the nations. When the war began it was 

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who expressed England's decision to fight for 
her honor. Germany gave him her best com- 
pliment by hating him most of all Englishmen. 

England could not possibly be better repre- 
sented in America than it will be by Lord 


Literally not much more than a stone's-throw 
from the spot where the Boston Massacre oc- 
curred, Massachusetts guardsmen stood one 
day in September of this very year of grace 
(or disgrace) with bayoneted guns leveled at 
a crowd of rioters. The scene, disgraceful in 
any American city, seemed superlatively so in 
old Boston. But the Boston of to-day is quite 
a different town from the Boston of old liter- 
ary tradition. 

The disorders were a sequel of the Police 
Strike. Some of the Boston police, in the face 
of warnings from the commissioner, insisted 
on their right to form a union and strike for 
higher pay. Citizens volunteered for police 
duty and undertook the protection of life and 
property. The lawless element seized its op- 
portunity, looted stores, and openly indulged 
in various forms of violence and disorder. 
Finally, the militia was called in, and the 
governor of the State even asked the Federal 
Government if it would send military forces 
if the state guard should prove unable to 
handle the situation. 

The governor showed sense and courage. 
The people stood stoutly by him. It was made 
clear that men employed in the service of the 
Government were not to be permitted to hold it 
up. They were regarded as mutinous soldiers. 
The governor said, "To place the mainten- 
ance of the public security in the hands of a 
body of men who have attempted to destroy it 
would be to flout the sovereignty of the laws 
the people have made." 

Good for you, Governor Coolidge ! 


i Militarism is bad. Unfitness for the work of 
the soldier is bad. We must be a nation phy- 
sically fit and with healthy nerves. H we 
were that and no more, we should have only 
i the material of defense. 

Some folks thought we could raise, equip, 
and train an army overnight. We did put a 
I large and efficient fighting force into the field 
i in an amazingly short time; but there was 
' waste of all kinds — waste that would have been 

avoided if we had only been better prepared. 

So long as a treaty can be regarded as a 
"scrap of paper" and canceled by one of its 
parties, the nation needs to be ready to up- 
hold its honor by force of arms. Therefore 
it seems highly advisable to require every 
American boy to devote some time to training 
for the work that would be his if we had to 
go to war. 

The Senate Committee on Military Affairs 
has had a number of plans submitted to it, 
covering a wide range of possibilities. If it 
were put to a vote by the boys, it would soon 
be settled ! 


How many Woolworth Towers, placed one 
upon another in a vertical column, would it 
take to reach a point 35,000 feet above the 
surface of the earth ? If they could be piled 
up that way, the tip of the obelisk would be 
just a few stories farther up than Roland 
Rohlfs got in his plane on September 18. The 
bold flier established a new altitude record : 
34,610 feet. 

At such heights the air is almost too thin 
for people to breathe or for an airplane to 
float in. And yet 35,000 feet is only a little 
more than six miles, and that is n't much of a 
start toward any of our neighbor planets. 

Suppose a man could be supplied with air, 
or a substitute for it, enough to keep him alive 
long after passing beyond the earth's atmos- 
pheric envelop. Then suppose a machine 
could be made light enough and strong 
enough to move vast distances through the 
sea of ether beyond our atmospher. Then 
suppose the machine and the man to be started 
aloft at the speed of a rifle-bullet, and aimed 
straight out into space. 

That seems to give our ambitious aviator 
just about all he could wish for. And then 
what? Astronomers tell us how many years 
it takes a ray of light to travel to us from 
the sun. Mr. Airman would spend a long time 
on the way. Even a voyage to Mars or the 
moon would be a tiresome trip. 

And at the end of it — what? Perhaps the 
air-cushion, if there is one, about the other 
planet would ease the jolt of landings. Per- 
haps Mars or Luna would be hospitable to 
the explorer. Who can say postively that 
they would not? Then would come the trip 
home, and such "tales of a traveler" as never 
have been told. Presumably, they never wiU 
be told; and yet — 



New things are being done all the time. 
When the north pole becomes a fashionable 
summer resort, some restless adventurer may- 
find a way into the heart of earth, and dis- 
cover new wonders of nature, new sources of 
heat and power. When wireless telegraphy is 
old-fashioned, and people pity the clumsy ex- 
perimenter of 1919, there may be communica- 
tion with our stars, and perhaps transporta- 
tion over an interplanetary system. Nothing 
seems quite impossible. 

Perhaps Mr. Rohlfs's achievement will ap- 
pear later to have in it more of usefulness 

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than we can see in it now. Certainly this nervy 
and successful flier wins admiration for his 
courage and sporting spirit. It must be 
mighty still and lonely 'way up there ! 


Save this for Sunday; it 's really a sermon. 
It 's labeled, so that you don't have to read 
it if you don't want to. 

Some people are shaking their heads, pulling 
long faces, and saying the world is in a bad 
way, that things will never get straightened 
out, and there 's no use trying — except just to 

take care of yourself. Others are in doubt 
whether this is the end, or a period of dark- 
ness to be followed by the dawning of a new 
day. Here and there is a cheerful prophet, 
one who sees the sunrise, who declares these 
are good times because they are making us 
better acquainted with ourselves, and who 
looks to the future with confidence that it will 
be good and also with, what is even more 
valuable, determination to help make it so. 

When a ship is in trouble, some fellows 
want to sit down and just wait for the end, 
or for some one else to rescue them. Some 
want to take to the life-boats right away, 
save themselves, and leave the old hulk to take 
her chances. And some jump for the pump- 

There are five senses, and the greatest of 
these is the sixth, the sense of values. (It in- 
cludes the sense of humor.) It 's valuable, if 
you have to go down, to go down fighting. 
As every sermon has to have a story in it, 
here 's one that shows the difference between 
the fighter and the quitter. 

Somewhere in South Africa were two pros- 
pectors who were "all in, down and out." 
Their food was gone, their burros lay dead 
somewhere back in the desert. The men were 
hungry and weak. If they had discovered a 
million dollars worth of gold right then and 
there, they could n't have bought a ham sand- 
wich with it. 

One man quit. He shot himself. The 
other man staggered on. Suddenly, he saw a 
column of smoke. Smoke ! Men ! 

With his last bit of strength he tottered into 
a camp, where he was cared for and fed. 

Years afterward, he came upon a skeleton 
in the desert. Beside it lay a revolver. He 
kicked the revolver asid;. A golden fleck 
showed in the sand. Gold 1 The gun and the 
bones were those of the man's former partner. 

Whether the story is true or not, it easily 
might be ; and it will mean something to any 
young American who has any thought of 

Pshaw ! we 've gone and spoiled our little 
amateur sermon. There is n't any young 
American like that. 


On a day late in September eleven large 
steamers sailed out of New York harbor car- 
rying passengers for European and South 
American ports. Not since the summer of 
1914 had so many passenger-ships steamed 



down the bay and out to sea. More than 
4500 passengers were aboard. It was just 
one of the straws in the wind, helping to show 
that things are beginning to get normal again. 

An important national enterprise, carried on 
almost entirely by Americans not yet old 
enough to vote, has been resumed, and is en- 
joying "a period of unprecedented prosperity," 
as the newspapers say about other forms of 
business. Yes — football ! It is part of Amer- 
ican education, preparation for life. Properly 
played, it makes stronger bodies, keener, 
quicker minds, and stouter spirits. 

In New York State a committee with State 
Senator Lusk at its head has been investi- 
gating individuals, organizations, and publica- 
tions suspected of disloyalty. In September 
it was reported that the committee had caused 
ten newspapers or magazines to suspend pub- 
lication. These papers had names like "The 
Revolutionary Age," "The Rebel Worker"; 

and sevei-al of them were printed in foreign 
languages. Every loyal American must re- 
gard as welcome news every report of success- 
ful efforts to restrain those who would upset 
the form of government by which the liberties 
of our people have been protected. 

W HEN the departments of the Government at 
Washington want money, they have to ask 
Congress for it. In September they asked for 
$47,000,000. They got a little more than 
fourteen millions. Economy at Washington 
would help to put the giant Cost-o'-living out 
of business. The best thing about this appro- 
priation bill was that both political parties 
favored the reduction of the estimates. 

Well, General Pershing and his boys got 
back, and how good those First Division fel- 
lows did look as they marched in New York 
and Washington! No picture seems more 
fitting for this department's use than the one 
we have selected. 


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The engineers of the great system of subways, 
elevated railways, and trolley-cars of New 
York City have many difficult problems to 
solve, and one of them is to provide sufficient 
power to transport the city's constantly in- 
creasing population. For New York is grow- 
ing very rapidly. Every day it receives enough 
new citizens to supply a good-sized town, while 
its yearly increase is greater than the total 
number of inhabitants of many of our States. 

Naturally, therefore, more power is needed 
for transportation every year. Engine after 
engine has been installed in the power-houses 
of the street railways ; but hardly has a new 
one been put into operation, before another 
has become necessary. 

Not long ago it was decided to make a de- 
cided addition to the subway system, and then 
the railway engineers made up their minds to 
put in an engine that would suffice for a few 
years at least. "Let us get a big engine," they 
said, "not only the largest ever built, but the 
largest any one can build." 
It was an ambitious plan, but they carried it 

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out; and so to-day the New York street rail- 
ways are being supplied with electricity by an 
engine that is so powerful that every other 
one now in operation seems insignificant be- 
side it. 

To say that this huge machine can develop 
one hundred thousand horse-power is, how- 
ever, to give a very vague idea of its real 
capacity. Let us rather consider some of the 
things it can do. 

It can supply enough power to drive fifty 
limited express-trains at the rate of sixty miles 
an hour. 

It could lift every man, woman, and child 
in New York City at the rate of 400 feet a 
minute, which is the speed of the ordinary 

It can generate enough electricity to light 

modest and unassuming in appearance. It is. 
in fact, not an engine of the ordinary kind at 
all, but a "turbine," which means that it 
consists simply of a number of .large cylinders, 
without the moving wheels and rods that make 
the older type of engine so impressive. 

We can get a good view of this new form of 
engine in our illustration. Fig. i. In the fore- 
ground is a smaller "duplex" turbine of some 
40,000 horse-power, and just beyond it is our 
big giant, which, as can 
readily be seen, is triplex, or made up of three 
main parts. Behind it tower several engines 
of the older type. 

Fig. 2 shows the contrast between the old 
and the new. At the left is just a small part 
of the old engine, with its slowly revolving 
wheel, while beyond it can be seen one of the 



a line of electric lamps spaced fifty feet apart 
and encircling the world at the equator. 

But in spite of its immense power, this 
steam-and-electric Hercules is really very 

cylinders of the big turbine. The old engine is 
several times as large as the new, but it can 
develop only about one fifteenth as much 
power ! 



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What is the difference between the two? 
The old engine consists, Hke the familiar loco- 
motive, essentially of a cylinder in which a 
piston is pushed back and forward by the 
steam. The operation of the turbine is quite 
different, and, to understand it, let us look at 
Fig. 3, which shows the interior of one of the 
cylinders. Here we see a great wheel, or rath- 
er a spindle, being lowered into the bottom 
part of the cylinder. When it is in place, the 
top of the cylinder will be put on and bolted 
down. If you look closely, you will see that 
the spindle is covered with hundreds of small 
blades, or vanes. The steam, entering the cyl- 
inder, blows against these vanes, much as you 
blow against the vanes of a paper pin-wheel, 
and the spindle revolves just as the pin-wheel 

For many reasons, which would take a long 
time to explain, it is possible to get a great 
deal more power out of a small turbine than 
out of a much larger engine of the old kind. 
The turbine is also simpler and requires less 
care and attention. These' are very important 
advantages, and as a result, the turbine has 
virtually supplanted the old engine in all 
modern power-houses, and is also now being 
used for operating steamships as well. 


It is hard to guess just why he was named 
Friday, but it may have been the day on which 
he arrived. It took some time for him to get 
over an abused feeling at being carried miles 
and miles into a strange town and among 
strange beings. But hunger grows more in- 
tense, and it pays to make friends when each 
of twenty boys comes with offerings of let- 
tuce, nuts, or grain. Probably by now Friday 
feels sorry for his bourgeois friends, left be- 
hind in Prairie-dog Town. There you have 
it — a prairie-dog ! One look from those 
shining dark eyes, and you 're his champion; 
one touch of those silky brown paws, so like 
hands, and you 're his abject slave. When 
he sits up nice and straight, with that stub of a 
tail, ending in its splash of black, sticking out 
like a prop, you can never resist his plea for 
something nice to eat. When he thrusts his 
nose into the palm of your hand and hangs on 
to a finger with both little paws, there is noth- 
ing for it but he has to be petted until he 
tumbles over asleep. But let 's begin at the 

Friday was only three months old when a 
boy carried him away from Prairie-dog Town- 
and deposited him. eventually, in the yard of a 




big fraternity house, where a bunch of lively 
boys were always chasing around. It was a 
glorious yard in which to dig roots if other 
things were not forthcoming, for Friday rapid- 
ly developed a remarkable taste for sweets. 
Then this new, really pleasant state of affairs 
all went to pieces. The frat boys put on the 
khaki and marched away to war. The house 
was filled with other beings, feminine this 
time, with less of a liking for small furry 
animals. One of the frat boys who was too 
young to march away took the little fellow 
to his own home. So ended the first adven- 

Friday was now quite spoiled, and he soon 
felt at home in the new place. He tagged the 
housewife from room to room, until weari- 
ness overcame his desires and he had to go 
off for a snooze. The Boy-Who-Was-Left- 
Behind noticed that at such times Friday 
usually disappeared under a certain thick- 
cushioned chair. This old chair stood far back 
in a corner against an old-fashioned secre- 
tary. Sweeping day discovered a great hole 



in the stuffing of the chair between the springs 
and the webbing, and there they found Friday 
fast asleep. The housewife said it would 
never do; Friday was banished to the cellar 
and the old chair patched with wire. 

But Friday did n't love that horrid old dark 
cellar. It was too lonesome. No one came to 
pet him or scratch his chin or laugh at his 
antics. One night he found a crack in one 
corner of a drain-tile big enough to let him 
enter. In he went. He crawled nn and on 

until he was most decidedly lost. Then he 
barked so excitedly that he roused the house- 
wife and the boy out of their beds. The boy 
had to break a piece of tihng in order to 
rescue poor httle scared Friday. The house- 
wife began to wish that Friday lived some- 
where else, and was greatly relieved to learn 
that the frat boys would soon be back and 
would then have a home for Friday. So 
ended the second adventure of Friday. 

Soon after Friday came to town I visited 
him, and by the liberal use of peanuts made 
him a steadfast friend. He also posed for 
me with becoming grace and lack of self- 
consciousness, as you can see. I said to him 
at various times that any day he desired to 
change his street number he was welcom.e to 
adopt ours. Friday's manners grew worse 
and worse, and he did things with those sharp 
teeth and nails until the frat boys said they 
no longer loved him. When he took advan- 
tage of their absence one afternoon to chew 
the bottoms off all the new lace curtains, the 
boys vowed vengeance. Sad indeed would 
have been his fate, had not 
two tender-hearted boys res- 
cued him. For safety's sake 
he rode in a big military coat 
pocket until a new home 
could be found for him. And 
that is how a little prairie- 
dog is running around the 
waxed floors of a university 
laboratory. This marks the 
end of Friday's third adven- 

And as in all lives there is 
woven a thread of tragedy, 
so it came to Friday. One 
sad day, when no one knew 
the door was open, he 
plunged down the elevator 
shaft, two stories deep, to the 
cement floor below. When 
we picked him up, we thought 
he would never scold us 
again; but after he had lain very Hmp for 
several minutes, he drew a deep breath and 
gave us a couple of very short, very quavery 
little barks. We wiped the blood from his 
mouth, where a sharp tooth had gashed the 
cheeck, and looked him over for broken bones. 
Two teeth were loosened, and one front leg 
was badly bruised. Friday spent several days 
sleeping without interruption. When these 
had passed, he spent two days working with 
the loo.setied teeth, pressinjf them back and 



forth with his httle paws, until they fell out. 
Now it happens that kind Mother Nature has 
provided very nicely for all the little rodents, 
of which Friday is one. When a tooth is 
broken ofif or falls out, a new one immediately 
begins to form, provided the soft pulp at the 
base of the tooth is uninjured. Friday now 
has two little white tips showing through, and 
it won't be long before he will be fully 
equipped for eating roots and nuts again. And 
with his recovery from his eventful fall, we 
will call this the end of Friday's fourth ad- 

Friday goes into his bed of straw about five 
o'clock every afternoon. He sleeps straight 
through until noon the next day, when a great 

scratching and 
clawing evi- 
dences his de- 
sire to be help- 
ed out of his 
tall box. Then 
comes a couple 
of hours of 
here and there, 
boxes, baskets, 
and corners. 
He has a fimny 
little "Come 
on, here - we - 
go" lope thai 
is delightfully 
happy in its 
abandon. A tap 

on the. floor is a signal for him to hurry along 
toward the tapper; something worth while may 
be in store. 

He is especially found of cornmeal mush, 
picking up a jiawful and carefully licking it 
ofif, especially between the fingers. He is also 
very fond of creamed peas after they have 
been mashed and the skins taken out. In goes 
his mouth, like a little pig, and the pea soup 
gets up over his nose and down his chin ; but 


he never stops till the dish is empty. He 
drinks milk, eats canned corn, loves piecrust, 
boiled rice, cooked raisins, and, in fact, nearly 
everything, with the exception of cabbage and 
potatoes. On the last two items he kicks and 
kicks hard; for when he does n't like a thing, 
he does just what the naughty little boy or 
girl does at table — throws it as far as he pos- 
sibly can. He likes his food warm, and when 
he finds it cold, he takes both little paws and 
spills whatever is in the dish right out on 
the floor. 

Being a prairie-dog, one would expect Fri- 
day to like warmth, and he certainly does 
enjoy it, the hotter the better. He crawls 
under the radiators, where he flattens himself 

out like a little 
rug, with feet 
sticking out as 
far as it is 
possible, and 
there he sleeps 
for an hour or 
more. He took 
a great liking 
to an army hat 
worn by one 
of the stu- 
dents, so an 
old one was 
given by one 
of the boys. 
Friday uses 
this for a 
every day, for 

it sits close to the radiator and is such a cozy 

Friday is seven months old now and nearly 
full grown. If he should return to Prairie- 
dog Town, what tales of the wide world he 
could tell them ! Perhaps they would scoff at 
him as a romancer, so I think it just as well 
that he stay where evervbodv wonders what 
will be the next adventure of Fridav. 


HIS rmvri'v I'.wvs 

As we have often explained, it is a constantly re- 
curring joy to note how a certain battalion of our 
ardent young army forges to the front one month, 
and another leads the van the next. In one issue, 
perhaps, the camera-lovers head the line, and in the 
following number the young folk who draw with pen 
or pencil take precedence. Last month our trouba- 
dours fairly excelled themselves with an array of 
little poems remarkable for poetic thought and a 
fine sense of melody. This month the prose-writers 
came forward with a rush that would not be denied 
and almost overwhelmed us with the number and 
variety of their offerings. In sheer desperation we 
were forced to let the department overrun its usual 
limits by two pages, and even this increase falls far 
short of doing justice to all the young contestants. 

several of whom will have to be content this month 
with a place of honor on the "Special Mention" 

Much remains to be said in praise of this Novem- 
ber exhibit as a whole and in particular. But in 
lieu of saying it, we are selfish enough to give place 
to a young writer who has made St. Nicholas very 
happy. We are deeply indebted this month to one 
of our Honor Members, who, under cover of the 
prose subject, has seized the opportunity to offer a 
graceful tribute, very tenderly and beautifully writ- 
ten. It would be unfair to let it crowd any young 
competitor from the body of the League pages, but 
we gratefully print it here in the Introduction so 
that all League members may share in the pride and 
pleasure it has brought to us. 


(In making awards, contributors' ages are considered.) 

PROSE. Gold Badges, Francis Stewart (age 14), T ennessee; Ruth Thorp (age 11,) Ohio; Con- 
stance Marie O'Hara (age 14), Pennsylvania. Silver Badges, Josephine P. Wells (age 14), 
Alassachusetts; Lois M. Allen (age 13), Massachusetts; Phyllis A. Whitney (age 15), California; 
Dorothy Jeanne Miller (age 14), Pennsylvania; Rosamond Tucker (age 12), Massachusetts; 
Jeanne Hugo (age IS), Minnesota; Margery Saunders (age 12), New Hampshire; Meyer Lis- 
banoff (age 15), New York; Ruth E. Calvert (age 17), Pennsylvania; Elizabeth Fowler (age 

12) , New York; Elizabeth Cleaveland (age 13). Minnesota; Margaret Rawyler (age 16), New 
York; Esther Strass (age 16), New York; Sidon Harris, Jr. (age 10), Texas. 

VERSE. Gold Badge, Mary Harriett White (age 13), Pennsylvania. Silver Badges, M. My- 
famwy (age 16), Virginia; Donald Fay Robinson (age 14), Massachusetts. 

DRAWINGS. Gold Badge, Elizabeth Judd (age 15), Connecticut. Silver Badges, Sarah A. 
Zimmerman (age 14), Ohio; Marjorie Henderson (age 14), Pennsylvania; Lloyd Berrall (age 
15), District Columbia; Anne Lloyd Basinger (age 11), Connecticut. 

PHOTOGRAPHS. Gold Badge, Catherine Briggs (age 16), California. Silver Badges, Thank- 
ful Cornwall (age 10), New Jersey; Gertrude Wadsworth (age 16), North Carolina; John Fer- 
enbach (age 13), Pennsylvania; Barbara Traub (age 11), Michigan; David Guilbert (age 16), 
Washington; Joseph Stirling Graham (age 13), Alaryland; Virginia Flynn (age 13), California; 
Mollie Ross (age 13), New York; Esther Howland (age 13), New York; Emily B. Newman 
(age 17), New York. 

PUZZLE-MAKING. Silver Badges, Ardra Drina Hodgins (age 15), Maine; Susie Cobbs (age 

13) , Alabama; Cornelia B. Hussey (age 13), New Jersey. 








{Honor Member) 
For more than three years I have been able to mark 
a red circle around one day in each month. It does 
not always happen to be the same day, but it is 
always the same event (the visit of a friend) that 
makes that circle possible. Oh, what a dear friend 
he is ! How entertaining, companionable, and 
thoroughly enjoyable! First, he tells me stories. 
No one else can tell them as he does. I am no 
longer sitting at home, but am perhaps a princess, 
or maybe an aviator in France. Next he tells me 
of great men and women. Then, too, he shows me 
pictures and gives me puzzles to work out. But he 
does n't do quite everything ; I have my choice of 
writing themes or poems, or of taking photographs 
or drawing. These things, ordinarily a task, are a 
pleasure when I do them for him. 

He has never yet given me a chance to thank him 
for the lovely red-letter days he gives me each 
month. So right here I want to thank him ever so 
much. And now can't you guess who he is ? He 
is you yourself, dear St. Nicholas Magazine; ! 



(Honor Member) 
O THOU, whose boughs have tossed 'mid storm and 

Or heav'nward stretched themselves, serene and 

Or shown in outline black against the sky — 
In thee the birds, God's gentle creatures, find 
A refuge safe, to build their nests behind, 

'T is there the small, weak, baby birdlings try 
Their wings, when first they dare creep out to fly. 
And leave the nest, so soft and feather-lined. 

Beneath thy branches Age may sit and drowse. 

And there may Toil and Weariness find rest ; 
And Love may meet his heart's own mistress there 
In spring, when birds are caroling in air ; 
And of my life the sweetest hours and best 
Were spent, in spring, beneath thy spreading boughs. 


{Silver Badge) 
A GREAT man stands before a multitude of people 
— his people. He speaks. To their strong Ameri- 
can sense of humor it is ludicrous that the thin, 
high-pitched voice should come from so large a man. 
A hushed, but unmistakable, titter runs through the 
crowd. Then silence of but a second, and the Presi- 
dent continues, "Conceived in liberty and dedicated 
to the proposition that all men are created equal." 

As he goes on, his voice strengthens, until its 
tone is deep and powerful. 

He draws toward the close : "that this nation, 
under God, shall have a new birth of freedom ; and 
that government of the people, by the people, and 
for the people shall not perish from the earth." 

It is over. 

After a long look at the throng assembled there, 
the speaker turns to his seat. Still the deep silence, 
which has been kept during the speech, is uninter- 
rupted. Not a hand is lifted in applause. "It was 

the most perfect tribute that has ever been paid by 
any people to any orator." 

Surely, the day of the Gettysburg Address was a 
red-letter one for the whole nation. 



{Silver Badge) 

On April 25, 1919, I witnessed one of the most 
thrilling sights of this war, the welcome-home 
parade of the 26th (Yankee) Division. The elabo- 
rate decorations, the throngs of eager spectators, the 
banners, the cheers, and laughter not unmixed with 
tears, must have told the war-worn veterans far 
better than words that America was unspeakably 
proud of them, and unspeakable glad to have them 
safe home again. They are safe home, and many 
of their comrades are "safe home" in a deeper and 
truer sense of the word — they who have "Gone 
West" — and the cheers and tears were for both, the 
valiant living and the heroic dead. 

How nobly their commander led them, and how 
proudly he reined in his handsome sorrel, for who 
would not be proud to lead such soldiers? And the 
wounded — could any wound in this world keep them 
from grinning delightedly at this demonstration 01 
appreciation by the folks at home? And the men, 
the men who- had seen Chemin-des-Dames and St. 
Mihiel, who had been the pivot of the greatest ad- 
vance in history, were marching before me, march- 
ing sixteen abreast, mile upon mile of them, khaki- 
clad, straight as arrows, strong as young lions, 
genuine Americans in spirit, exploits, and their love 
of liberty. As far as eye could reach there stretched 
a sea of steel helmets and shining bayonets, rising 
and falling with an even, steady regularity. Some- 
thing rose in your throat as you watched them, and 

"at work." by JOHN BRANSBY, AGE 17. (hONOR MEMBER.^ 



something swelled in your heart, while your eyes 
were dim with tears. It seemed as though man had 
been brought nearer perfection by these lads who 
had been through the hell of war, and came out with 
souls bright and shining. God keep them so for- 
ever and ever, and grant that we may "keep true 
faith" as nobly as they ! 



{Silver Badge) 
Dorothy Martin had never had a real birthday 
party in all her life, for the Martin family had 
lived on a ranch ever since Dorothy was born. 
There had been no friends to ask to a party, and 
therefore no party. Now they were in the city, 
and to-day was the little girl's twelfth birthday. 
Twelve friends were coming to the party. Mother 
had said that it was going to be a red-letter day in 
more ways than one, and Dorothy was anxiously 
waiting for the forbidden doors going into the parlor 
to open. 

At last the moment came, and she and her friendn 
trooped in. Dorothy stared in surprise at the scene 
before her. Of course, she had always known that 
a red-letter day meant a happy day, but here was a 
really, truly red-letter day. On the wall at one end 
of the room hung a string of red letters spelling 
her name. On other walls were fastaned red letters 
spelling different happy wishes. Then, most won- 
derful of all, in the middle of the table there 
twinkled twelve red candles on a white frosted cake. 

After it was all over and Dorothy was sitting still, 
thinking of the happy time she had had, the door 
suddenly opened, and before her stood her sister in 
full Red Cross uniform. The sister had just arrived 
from France, where she had been doing hospital 

"Well," said Dorothy, after her surprise was over, 
"I think you 're the best red letter of all." 

"a cheerfui, subject." by Elizabeth judd, age IS. 

(A True Story) 


{Silver Badge) 
Never had I been so lonely as I was that rainy, cold 
November morning. "If only it would stop raining 
— if only I could find something to do — if only — " 
well — there were a hundred more such thoughts. 

At last, after an almost endless morning, after- 
noon came. Hoping to find some amusement, I went 
into the library ; but even there I could find nothing 
which I cared to read. Everything I really en- 
joyed, such as the works of Edgar Allan Poe, Mark 
Twain, and even Shakspere, I had already read — 
in fact, there were stories by authors like Louisa 
Alcott, and Frances Burnett, which I had read 
many times. I had learned long ago that the lower 
shelves with their large books, most of them too 
heavy to handle, offered no thrilling tales. 

Sitting on the floor, I glanced along the rows oT 
encyclopedias, French and Latin lexicons, and — 
words cannot express my surprise at seeing them — 
twenty volumes of St. Nicholas, all well bound. 
At once I began looking through them, and found 
that each one contained six numbers. They be- 
longed to father when he was a boy, and extended 
from the year 1885 to 1805. Little had I ever 
thought that those black covers concea'ed such beau- 
tiful stories as "Little Lord Fauntleroy," "Juan and 
Juanita," and "Lady Jane." 

It was a day never to be forgotten by me. In- 
deed, who could find one hundre<l and tvifenty num- 
bers of St. Nicholas at one time and entirely ncv.- 
to you — then forget that memorable day? 



(Silver Badge) 
r.ENEATii the spreading boughs I lay and dreamed ; 

The summer wind danced softly to and fro ; 
My eager fancies widene.l till it seemed 

The summer world Ijroke into song, and, lo ! 
I slept serenely on. hilled by the Ijreeze. 

The murmur of the river reached my ear ; 

The grass-blades ripided 'neath a swaying bou.-^h : 
Tlie sleepy drone of insects, too, I hear, 

The tinkling 1)en of many a straying cov/ 
That wanders slowly, resting ;.t her ease. 

Sweet summer days, when one can live out ioors, 
Who does not love this joyous season btst 

These radiant, br.liny days, when Beauty soars 
To the high hills, and lingers there to rest 

And paints in glorious splen !or a", the west! 



{Gold Badge. Silver Badge won August, 1919) 
Thanksgiving was originated by the Pilgrims in 
1621. The Pilgrims had been through a terrible 
winter. Food had been very scarce, and there had 
been much sickness among them ; many had died. 
Their first harvest was successful, so Governor 
Bradford set aside a day for public thanksgiving. 
Afterward, there was a gr^at feast, and they made 
merry for three days. Thsy were now on friendly 
terms with the Indians, and Massasoit and his 




ninety men were there to join them in their thanks- 
giving and feasting. 

We have kept up this custom, and on the last 
Thursday in every November we give f)ublic thahks 
to God for the l)lessings of the past year. 

That the war is now over and our Ivoys are coming 
home victorious, and for the League of Nations, we 
are very thankful. 

I think that Thanksgiving Day is more of a "red- 
letter day" to us now than ever before. 



(Gold Badge. Silver Badge won January, 19 19) 
Ah. Senors, you ask me to tell you of a red- 
letter day. I, fresh from Manila, know naught of 
your .American festivals. T tell you of ours. The 

EV .M.if'. .. .. .,LL, AGE 12. 

carouse !— is the day on which your much-honored 
.\dmiral Dewey — may the saints rest his soul ! — de- 
feated the Spanish forces. 

What is that? You ask if I am not a Spaniard? 
Si. Senors, but my heart is for the Philippines and 
our ruling America. I have made my home in 
Manila all but the first ten years of my life. I dn 
not remember much of Spain, nor do I much care, 
for all my life I have been trained to hate the Span- 
ish rule. My father was an exile, my mother a 
slave. I have been brought up on tales of Spanish 
cruelty. Senors, it was unbelievable. 

But to continue. You Senors, as Americans, know 
the details of the great fight. I will not dwell upon 
these. No, I will tell you of what you know noth- 
ing, of the great emotions of the people of Manila. 
And who better fitted for this than I — \. Felipe de 
Lessan, who felt it all, whose heart throbbed in re- 
sponse to every cannon-shot ? I am an old man 

"*^w, JJpnore. and i* wqc twentv-O'ld vpa»'o a.fiT'* ; hut 


"at work," liV CLARENLON E. iEIEERT, AGE 15. 

all is clear to me as though it had happened but 

We of Manila thronged the outskirts of the city, 
watching the battle with wide eyes and dilated nos- 
trils, tense in every nerve ; men shouting, children 
whimpering, women screaming as the crash of war 
rent the air. Ah, Senors, I find no words to tell of 
that great red-letter day that meant so much to us — 
the Battle of Manila Bay. 



{Honor Member) 
'Neath spreading bougs in old Broceliande, 

A wood-nymph sat beside a for.ntain clear ; 
And with a garland in her slender hand 

Waved welcome to a gay knight, drawing near. 

Enchanted by her loveliness, he came 

And bent his knee the mossy bank beside. 

Pleading that she should trust his tender aim 
And leave her leafy woods to be his bride. 

Laughing, she answered, "Sir, these eager vows 
Are needed not, for I have long been thine ; 
And thou hast dwelt with me 'neath spreading 

Far from the fret of court and tourney-line." 

"Tell me the name, fair nymph," the knight replied, 
"For what these wild words mean I cannot guess." 

She smiled again her slow, sweet smile, and cried, 
"Oh, favored knight, my name is Happiness!" 



{Silver Badge) 
It was early evening, the glowing colors of a radi- 
ant sunset having not yet faded. The last long, 
slanting rays shone into a cozy room, and lighted up 
a mother's tired f^ce — a mother, thinking of her boy 
in France, wlio, just yesterday, it seemed, had 
climbed on her knee and begged for "just one more 
story." She thought of the hardships he would un- 
dergo, and the dangers, and then of the glorious 
cause for which he fought — liberty, humanity, and 
civilization. Pride glowed in her breast, for her boy 
had won the Croix de Guerre ; but, oh I how her 
mother-heart longed and hoped and prayed for a 

day, marked on her calendar with bright red — the 
wonderful day his ship would reach port on its 
home-voyage ! 

And hers was not the only one inarked so ; for 
across the water her boy had a red-letter day, too — 
the day he would land in America. As he sat at a 
table in the barracks, he thought of home and 
mother. He pictured her seated before a glowing 
hearth, the flames lighting up her face ; and he was 
beside her, telling how he won the Croix de Guerre. 
Then his mother would — 

"Lights out !" called the corporal, and his reverie 
was rudely interrupted by the bustle and confusion 
which followed. 

As the dawn of a new day was announced by streaks 
of crimson in the sky, a mother and a boy stood 
watching it ; the mother in a garden, gay with 
flowers, the boy on a ship nearing port. 

Just as the sun slipped up from behind the hills, 
and smiled brightly down on all the world, a mother 
pressed her boy to her heart, crying, "My boy ! oh ! 
my boy !" 

And a soldier, kissing her tenderly on her rosy 
lips, replied, "Mother! my own dear mother!" 
It was their red-letter day. 

"at work." EV BARBARA TRAUB, AGE 11. (SltVER BADGE.) 



(Sik'cr Badge) 
Tut world looked exceedingly black to eight-year- 
old George as he sat on the front porch and brooded 
over his troubles. Nature had given him a great 
affliction in the form of beautiful golden curls, 
which his mother had cruelly refused to cut. Worst 
of all, his schoolmates called him "dear darling 
Dorothy," "Mama's pet," "sweet little Claribel," and 
other odious names. 

Just as he had decided he would n't stand it an- 
other day he heard his mother's voice, "Georgie 
dear, come and have your hair washed." He crawled 
up to the scene of torture, but his mother was n't 
there. He gazed disconsolately at the wash-bowl 
for a while ; then a great idea seemed to strike him. 
Lying close beside the cake of green soap was a 
small box of dye, marked "green." He hurriedly 
opened the box, and, to his delight, the soap and 
cake of dye were exactly the same color. He quickly 
transferred the two, and soon afterward his mother 
came up. Poor woman, she had plentifully soused 
and soaped his curly pate before she discovered the 
dreadful fact. As she gave a shriek of dismay, 
ominous sounds of sizzling and boiling-over came 
from the kitchen below. "Oh! my strawberry jam! 
George, wash that stuff off immediately." She 



"a cheerful subject." by SARAH A. ZIMMERMAN, AGE 14. 

(silver badge.) 

rushed wildly down-stairs, and George succeeded in 
reducing the color of his hair to a bilious greenish- 

There was no hope for it — the lovely curls had to 
be literally shaved off. It was certainly a red- 
letter day for George when the sea-green tresses 
were laid aside ; only red was not the influencing 
color in his letter day, but green. 

(A True Story) 


On Friday morning, March twenty-third, 19 ly-, we 
left home for Palm Beach, Florida. We reached 
New York in time to do some shopping before go- 
ing to the Pennsylvania Station. While we were in 
the station we saw ex-President Roosevelt. That 
evening we were in the dining-car when he came 
in and sat at the table across the aisle from us. 
That was the first we knew of his being on the 

The next morning I was first as we went through 
the cars on our way to breakfast. I opened the 
door and stepped into the dining-car. A sudden 
lurch threw me against a man who was coming to- 

wards me. I drew back and saw ex-President 
Roosevelt smiling at me. He said, "Good morning," 
and shook hands with me, making some remark that 
I do not remember. He was on our train all day 
long, and I saw him several times. The next morn- 
ing I heard that he had left the train during the 
night and gone across country to the Gulf Coast. 



(Gold Badge. Silver Badge won May, 1919) 

When America called her sons 

To fight and free their land. 
They gathered 'ncath an elm-trec, 

A small, but loyal, band. 

Many the hardships they suffered, 
But bravely they fought and died. 

And the old elm-tree at Cambridge 
To-day is America's pride. 

That tree saw the birth of a nation, 
And as long as it lives it will tell 

Of the men who fought for their country, 
And of those who for liberty fell. 

at work. by emily b. newman, age 17. 
(silver badge.) 



(Silver Badge) 
My mother had gone down-stairs to prepare break- 
fast, leaving my brother and me up-stairs to finish 
dressing. When we had completed our toilet and 

(silver BADGE.) 


(honor MEMBER.) 



arrived down-stairs, mother suggested that we go to 
the cellar and watch my uncle (who had just ar- 
rived the night before) and my father make the fur- 
nace fire. To this suggestion we readily assented. 

Instead of making the fire, we found father 
squatting on the fioor, while my uncle was standing 
behind him. Underneath father's coat something 
was wriggling. My brother said first, "A bird," then, 
"A cat," and so on. 

Soon a little black nose projected from its former 
hiding-place. Next came a little fuzzy brown face, 
dark brown eyes. Last, but not least, were two 
dear little soft downy ears. In unison my brother 
and I cried, "A dog !" 

So it was — an Irish terrier puppy, of course the 
cunningest ever born. But best of all, it was my 
very own I 



(Silver Badge) 
The day was at last over, as all good things are in 
time. The college clock had just struck the hour 
of ten, but "Plug" Hardy could not sleep. As 
clearly defined as if he were living through them 
once more, came back the events of the day. 

Again he saw himself sitting on the side-lines, as 
he had done for almost four long years, waiting 
for the chance that never came. Harvard was in 
the throes of its greatest football battle of the year, 
when suddenly there came a lull in the strife, and a 
figure was seen lying motionless on the field. Hardy 
groaned as he realized that Bryant, the great half- 
back, was out of the game ; but suddenly he was 
galvanized into action as he heard the captain's 
sharp voice calling him into the fray. His chance 
had come ! 

The next few moments were history. Plug saw a 
slip, a fumble, and the next moment he was away, 
away, the ball under his arm, running like a meteor, 
until he placed the pigskin between the goal-posts. 
Redoutable old Yale was beaten, and by a substi- 
tute at that ! 

A thunderous cheer filled the heavens as twenty 
thousand mad Harvard "rooters" poured forth their 
yell of acclaim. And Plug? Covered with blood and 
dirt, but supremely happy, he was borne away on the 
shoulders of his comrades in the supreme moment 
of his life." 

"They call me 'Plug'," Hardy soliloquized. "The 
coach said I was too light, had no chance ; but I 
stuck, and he did n't have fhe heart to fire me." 

"Yesterday I was unknown," he mused; "to-mor- 


'at work." by JOSEPH STIRLING GRAHAM, AGE 13. 
(silver BADGE.) 

row my name will be in all the papers. This ha?, 
certainly been my red-letter day — in more ways than 
one," he added, as he thought of the big red H, 
the athletic insignia, his final reward. 



(Silver Badge) 
'T IS midnight, and the fairy folk 

In troops arrive upon the scene ; 
'Neath spreading boughs of elm and oak 

They dance amid the mosses green. 

Beside a brooklet, tumblin.g down 
In haste to reach the vale below. 

The fays in green, tlie elves in brown. 
Are dancing what the fairies know. 

They dance the secret of the bee. 
And things no mortal eye has seen ; 

They dance the story of the sea. 

The foaming waves of blue and green. 

'T is cockcrow, and the fairy folk 
In troops dejiart to spend the day 

'Neath spreading boughs of elm and oak. 
Hid from the summer sun away. 


BY Rl'TH E. CALVEUT (age 17) 

{Silver Badge) 
What day is more of a red-letter day in the heart 
of every true American, as well as every one of the 
Allies, than the eleventh of November. 19 18, the day 
of the signing of the Armistice ! On the eleventh 
hour of this day the fighting, which had been waged 
for over four long years, ceased. 

What joy the news to cease firing brought to our 
boys, but still more joy to the soldiers of our Allies 
who were sorely wearied by four years of ceaseless 
fighting! vSuch rejoicing that took place among 
them, the peasants joining in ! At last the Cloud 
was lifted. Air-raids and long-distance guns were 
to be feared no more. In London and Paris, typical 
of all other Allied cities, mirth and joy ran 
riotously. The end had come of four long years of 
hardships that seemed unending, in most cases each 
family giving at least one life to the cause. 



Over here the streets of our cities and towns 
filled as soon as the whistles blew announcing the 
wonderful news while it was still dark. Every one 
who could find something with which to make a 
noise, did so. Long rolls of rainbow-colored con- 
fetti fluttered from the highest buildings, horns and 
whistles blew, bells rang, flags waved, everybody 
cheered, wild with joy. Those who had some loved 
one overseas were especially happy, knowing that 
their boys were now safe. Tfiere were some, though, 
who would not have a soldier boy to return, but 
were happy in the thought that, in making the 
supreme sacrifice, their boj's had helped to bring 
about this joyous day. 

Ever will this day remain in our hearts, above all 
others, as the day when democracy won the fight 
for civilization against autocracy, and "right con- 
quered might." 



ScRELY there will never be such a day as the day 
when Daddy (the best daddy in the world) came 
home after four years' fighting in France. 

He had joined the British .\rmy as soon as the 
war broke oi:t, had been wounded twice, and deco- 
rated with the Distinguished Service Order. 

It was Christmas Eve, and although the Armistice 
had been signed, Daddy had not yet been discharged. 

We were decorating the Christmas-tree, and hang- 
ing holly and mistletoe around the room. Every- 
thing looked very gay, and we only needed one 
thing more, and that was Daddy. 

"Don't you wish he would get liome for Christ- 
mas ?" said my sister to r.-.e. 

"Oh, don't I, though !" I answered. Iku I had no 
sooner spoken when there was a sound of footstcjis 
on the path, and then the door opened, and in 
walked Daddy ! 

Oh, what a time we had ! We were j'lst so happy 
we did n't know what to do. Daddy hc'pefl us trim 
the tree, and then told us of some of his adventures, 
but he would n't tell us how he won the D. S. C. 

But that 's just like Daddy ! 



{Silver Badge) 
I AWAKENED bright and early that morning, deter- 
mined to do anything to make the time fly until the 
afternoon, for then I was to see my uncle, of whom 


I had heard so much. I told mother I was going to 
work all the morning, so that the time would go 
faster, but being only half-past five, going on six, 
I did n't succeed very well, and spent most of the 
forenoon in the sand-pile. 

After lunch, I was taken to a hotel, where we met 
my uncle, who was fat and jolly, as uncles should 
be, and also made the acquaintance of a large deli- 
cious-looking box of candy. Then it was that I 
learned that we were going to the circus ! This was 
to be my first circus, and the Chicago Coliseum 
seemed like endless space to me. Everything, how- 
ever, was quite marvelous — the horse which stood 
among the flames high in the air, the statues, t'lc 
trapeze performers, and all went well until the clowns 
came upon the scene with their terrible slap-sticks : 
but the climax was reached when one clown, imi- 
tating a farmer, appeared, and. looking straight at 
me, yelled, or, as it seemed, roared, "Maggie! Mag- 
GIE!" each time ending in a terrific shriek. This 
was too much for me, and I set up an answering 
howl ; so I had. to be led across the straw-covered 
ring, out of that huge building. Ilowever, my woes 
were soon drowned in "crackcrjack," and, as I re- 
considered, a quite delightful time had been had by 
me, if not by others, for, strange to say, the others 
were n't afraid of clowns and wanted to stay! So 
passed my red-letter day. 



Said Silas Smith, farmer : 

"I allers liked those spreadin' boughs, 

'Cause, when I wuz a boy. 
The city called to foolish me ; 

I thought it wuz all joy. 
I laid beneath those spreadin' boughs 

An' planned to run away ; 
I 'd pack up all my things, I thought. 

An' slip off the next day. 
But those boughs whispered low to me, 

'Wait; they need you here,' 
An' then the city seemed 'way off. 

An' home folks awful' dear. 
So then I went back to the plow. 

An' here I am to-day ; 
But, lawsy I ain't I glad those boughs 

Stopped me? Well, I should say!" 






(Silver Badge) 

As I was walking through the village of C , I 

noticed consternation among the inhabitants. 

Just then the fire-engine dashed by, and I under- 
stood, and, falling in line with the hurrying pedes- 
trians, soon came upon the scene of distress. 

Firemen were pouring floods of water on a burn- 
ing bungalow at the end of the town. 

Suddenly, a maid came from the rear of the house 
where the flames had not yet reached, and shrieked, 
"Miss Mary 's asleep in her room !" 

There was a cry from the villagers, for little 

to war ! Now they were marching back, "Victory" 
written on every face. There were some we knew. 
Freckled John Jones, the worst boy in the neigh- 
borhood, just passed by ; his coat was laden with 
medals that told of heroic deeds - done. Then a 
coffin, draped with a flag of gold stars, passed by ; 
instantly every head was bowed. The people, clad 
in black, wearing a twinkling golden star, lifted 
their heads proudly ; their faces wore a noble look 
of resignation : tears welled in some eyes, beyond 
human endeavor to control. At times, above the 
martial music of the bands, a voice high and clear 
would call, laden with the purest love, "There '3 
my boy !" 

Our boys were home at last. Surely it was p. 
red-letter day to Pennsylvanians. 


seven-year-old Mary, Judge Brentine's only daughter, 
was a great favorite. 

Suddenly, Mary's beautiful St. Bernard, Prince, 
dashed into the building, past the firemen, up the 
stairs, and into Mary's burning bedroom. 

But Mary was not there. 

Prince rushed through all the up-stairs rooms, and 
suddenly stumbled over a little prostrate form at 
the end of the hall, where poor Mary had crept and 
then dropped, exhausted. 

Prince fastened his fine, strong teeth in Mary's 
clothing and half dragged, half carried her down 
the almost falling stairs to the open. 

A shout of relief came from the spectators, but 
the brave dog rushed away from caressing hands 
and into the cottage again. 

The air became tense with silence once more, for 
who could be left behind in Judge Brentine's bunga- 
low ? Judge Brentine and his wife were bending 
over Mary's reviving figure. 

After what seemed hours to the waiting crowd, 
Prince came limping out of the house. His hair 
was singed in many places, but there was a proud 
look in his eyes, and he held his head up. Right 
to Mary's side he dashed and dropped in one little 
hand — Mary's' doll ! It certainly was a red-letter day 
for Prince as well as for Mary. 



(Gold Badge. Silver Badge zuon June, 1919) 
Pennsylvania's own, the heroic Twenty-eighth, 
marched up Broad Street, Philadelphia, to the tune 
of the cheers of thousands. It seemed such a little 
while aero that those khaki-clad lads marched off 

A list of those v 
space permitted: 


Marion IV. Smith 
Agues M. Duff 
Muriel Stafford 

Margaret C. Thaw 
Jack Steiss 
Birkbeck Wilson 
Lois D. Holmes 
Katrina E. Hincks 

Mack prang 
Ruth G. 'Tarrant 
Louisa Butler 
Juana Albranm 


Esther Strass 
Eliza A. Peterson 
Mary G. 

De la Hunt 
.Sidon Harris. Jr. 
Dorothy Reynolds 
Alice C. Paxson 
Mary L. Tarbo.v 
Margaret Garrison 
Margaret B.lValton 
Ersily Caire 
Helen E. IVaite 
Mary Zacharias 
Helen G. Davie 
Dorothy D. De Lay 
Alice B. Haight 
Margaret Rawyler 
Betty Perkins 
Katherine Mead 
Margaret Durick 
Jeannette K. 

Oliven Lcack 
Mildred Augustine 
Catherine E. 

Marian Irons 
Alice ll'ca'rer 
Marion IVadsworth 
Helen L. Duncan 
Leonore Gidding 
Anne IValdron 
Marjorie Feakins 


vhose work would have been used had 

Dorothy Toombs 
Noel Halsey 
Katherine L. New 
Junia Bright 
Sarah B. Ferguson 
Jean V. McClnre 
Carolyn Dormon 
Katherine F. 

Lydia C. Baker 
Maud M . Mason 
Irene Dodds 
Charles E. Smith 
Isabelle T. Ellis 
Helen B. Hayes 
Mary K. Slate 
Elizabeth L. 

Catherine 11'. 

Eleanor e M. 

Clifford J. 

Bentley, Jr. 
Betty O'Reilly 
Madeline Nagle 
Martha E. Lichti 
Pauline Guye 
Reuse Moen 
Mary J. Folsom 
Ethel Skinner 
Henrietta H. 

Natalie C. Hall 
Elizabeth Foster 
Mary E. Raub 
Cornelia B. Smith 
Madeleine Girvau 

Evelyn L. Everitt 
Helen Gottfried 
Anna Moreland 
Katherine IVyler 
Louise Seaman 
Elsa Adolphsen 
Myra D. Nisbet 


Wortheti Bradley 
Katherine C. Swan 
Janet Blossom 

Elizabeth C. Smith 
Cora M. Clare 
Grace Holcomb 
Jessie Adkins 
James Griffiths 

Van der Veer 
H'ii if red 

Keith Hepburn 
Edward E. Murphy 
Pegav Whitehead 
Dorothy M. Patty 
Elizabeth H. Eddy 
Mary La Vancho 



A. M. Miller. Jr. 

0. Lindsay 

Nicholas F. Palmer 
Dorothy Applegate 
Sarah K. Willard 
Virginia B. Scully 
William Toth 
Helen Miller 
Frances Lowell 
Edith Showers 
Kingston S. 

Mary Holden 
Juliet T. Offutt 
Betty Nicholson 
John W. Griswold 
Carolyn Stone 
Alma J. Stiles 
Elreeda Grosdidier 
Elise H. Harrison 
Margaret IV. 

Kenneth Ross 
Ella N. O'eall 
Carol Fin ley 
Eunice C. Campbell 
Margaret Ramsburg 
Martha Richardson 
Mary E. Stockton 
G. Stewart Brown 
M. Isabella Watt 


A list of those whose contributions were deserving of 
high praise: 


Elizabeth Dow 
Brenda H. Green 
Elizabeth R. 

Fanita Laurie 
Katharine Putman 
Helen F. White 
Willie F. Linn 
Rutledge, Jr. 

Marion Blatchford 
Ruth O'Malley 
Jessica L. Megaw 

Dorothy Hetzel. 





Marthedith Furnas 
Alice Roberts 
Mary Parke 
Eloise F. Burt 
Eleanor Tyler 
Dorothy E. Ducas 
Alice M. 


Mary Truesdale 
Tosephine Rankin 
iEmily \V. Koehler 
Elizabeth M. 

A. Virginia 

Anne I. Faulkner 
Dorothy Glidden 


Frances Bischoff 
Lucia Elmer 
Florence Lott 
Meredith Wilson 
Therese Hart 
Catharine E. 

Laura M. Smith 
Mary M. Kern 
Dorothy Heinke 
Katherine A. 

Sylvia M. Kurson 
Ellen Hallowell 
Jean Haynes 
Frank A, 

Southard, Jr. 
Eleanor D. 

Marie Fowler 
Ruth Breasley 
Leonora J. Hanna 
Mary Welburn 
Mary F. Spaulding 
Katharine Dukette 
Helen H. Dan 
Harriet Knapp 
Gwynn M. Dresser 
Olyve Rennings 
Frances E. Riley 
Elizabeth Wen tzell 

Hanali Luth 

Louise H. Baker 
Elinore Wilson 
Marion A. Snyder 
Elizabeth Morton 
Mollie B. Clyde 

Donaldson, Jr. 
Paula Neumann 
Mary H. Stoddard 
Jean Locbenstein 
M. Norma Nearing 
Nancy Hull 
Anita T. Potts 
Miriam E. Fogg 
Ruby Nilson 
Jacob Tankowitz 
Mary McGachu 
Josephine M. 

Marian Farr 
Olive Z. Mulford 
Katharine S. 

Elizabeth Dudley 
Mary N. Greer 
Virginia L. 

Emily Baldwin 
Alice A. Walter 
Dorothy Van A. 

Ruth Van Wagner 
Frances M. Frost 

Constance T. 

Frances Forbes 


Martha C. Dukes 
Heloise Adler 
Natalie Burggraf 
Joan Nilson 
Theresa Clarkson 
Margaret E- 

Mary F. Bond 

Mary B. Stacker 
E^therline J. 

Ruth Tobin 
Margaret Schnable 
Clare M. 


Helen Symonds 
Beatrice Poser 


(anice Thompson 
Frances L. Purnell 
John H. Whitcomb 
(ane B. Bradley 
Jeanette Warmuth 
Barbara S. Thayer 
Ruth Hungerford 
Jane A. Carlton 
lean Gunther 
Emelyn Wyse 
Cecile M. 

Helen M. Hager 
lone Finch 
Vincent P. Jenkins 


Mona Morgan 
Bessie H. Simpson 
Rhoda Hellman 
lean Offner 
Harriott S. Collier 
Hilda J. Miller 
Sybil and 

Elizabeth C. Snow 
John M. 

Trout, Jr. 
Elizabeth Adams 
Jean Crawford 
Helen E. Mosher 
Gwenfread E. 


Fitzhugh, Jr. 
Virginia Siegman 
Elizabeth M. 




The St. Nicholas League is an organization of 
the readers of the St. Nicholas Magazine. 

The St. Nicholas Le.vgue. organized in No- 
vember, 1899, became immediately popular with 
earnest and enlightened young folks, and is now 
believed to be one of the greatest artistic educa- 
tional factors in the world. 

The St. Nicholas League awards gold and 
silver badges each month for the best original 
poems, stories, drawings, photographs, puzzles, 
and puzzle answers. 

Owing to the delay in publication. Competi- 
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three hundred words. Subject, "The Story of 
a Friend." 

Photograph. Any size, mounted or unmount- 
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Ip, as seems inevitable at this writing, tlie present 
number of St. Nicholas^ due November i, should 
not reach subscribers and the news-stands until 
after the expiration of the "Children's Book-Week," 
November 10-15, our readers will hardly need to be 
told that the delay has been due to the lamentable 
strike in the printing houses of New York, which 
has caused so many periodicals to suspend or post- 
pone publication. 

And knowing that this fact would be understood 
at a glance, we preferred not to make any change in 
our cover-design or substitute another contribution 

St. Nicholas for once has to "own up" to a mis- 
take — and in a baseball story, too. Several corre- 
spondents have called attention to the oversight, 
which is well described in the following letter : 

DtAR St. Nicholas : "The Grove Jokes," in your 
September number, is a good story, but it is bad 
baseball. Every school-boy knows that, with a man 
on third, his run does not count anyhow if the bats- 
man is thrown out at first for the third out of the 
inning. Is n't that so? 

Yours sincerely, 

RuFus S. Woodward, 
Ex-player and coach. 

"Yes, it is so, and thank you !" must be the reply 
from St. Nicholas. The author, Mr. Arthur Wallace 
Peach, admits his mistake in the following response : 

After ten years of writing athletic stories for 
boys, I am sorry indeed to have to confess that your 
correspondents are right in regard to "The Grove 
Jokes." The story was written twice in pencil and 
then copied on the type-writer. In the first and 
second drafts, which I have before me, Ben tried 
the hit-and-run play as the second man up, after the 
first batter was out and he knew the crisis was at 
hand. How under the canopy my absurd mistake 
slipped in is beyond me ! The blame is entirely 
mine ; and though the story was type-written \>y an 
assistant, that does not excuse me. I thought I 
had read the text carefully both in manuscript and 

My regret for this crass blunder is the keener 
because I have always taken great pride in the ac- 
curacy of the technical side of my stories. I have 
played baseljall. footljall, and basket-ball in "prep" 
school and college. I have coached and assisted in 
coaching several teams, one of which won a stata 
championship. I am in constant touch with ath- 
letics and do not write as an onlooker merely. 
Years ago I took great pride in spotting errors in ath- 
letic stories. Now I know how the other fellow felt. 

To which need be added only the statement that 
an almost unaccot-Uitable oversight will happen now 

for the article on the Children's Book-Week, even 
though they may appear "after the event." For 
there is nothing that St. Nicholas has more at 
heart than good reading for young folk. To pro- 
vide it is, indeed, the chief aim and purpose of the 
magazine. And the campaign in aid of it will not 
cease, of course, with the end of the six days set 
apart by publishers and booksellers for special ob- 
servance of Children's Book-Week. Instead, let us 
hope that the stimulas and encouragement given to 
the movement by this project will focus the atten- 
tion of young readers and their parents upon the 
need and the supply of good books for boys and 
girls, with lasting benefit to all concerned. 

and then in even the "best-regulated" magazine, 
as everywhere else. But St. Nicholas is fortunate 
in the fact that such an "error" as the one here 
mentioned never fails to be "spotted" by the watch- 
ful eyes and keen wits of its young readers, and 
therefore is corrected as promptly as possible. 

The St. Nicholas League, even with extra pages, 
is crowded to overflowing this inonth, but the_ 
following delightful little tribute by an eleven- 
year-old poet must not be lost to the League's other 
members nor to all our readers : 



'Neath spreading boughs 

There is a swing. 
And, oh, it is 

A lovely thing 1 

You just sit in. 

And sv/ing your feet 
Back and forth 

With steady beat. 

Then, all at once, 

You begin to go. 
Slow at first — 

Yes, very slow. 

Then faster, faster 

You do go. 
And never more 

Do you go slow. 

Until it seems 

As if you 'd fly ; 
And then you let 

The old cat die. 



Transpositions. Jane, Rath, Mary, Lois. Torn, Don, 
Joe, Sid. 

Alphabetical Puzzle. 1. S-team, esteem. 2. B-deck, 
bedeck. 3. D-feet, defeat. 4. L-fin, elfin. 5. Ideal, ideal, 

6. Cro\v-k, croquet. 7. Will-o, willow. 8. Calf-a, cafe. 
9. Kale-x, calyx. 10. Cook-e, cooky. 

Charade. Post-age. 

Illustrated Central Acrostic. Balaklava. 1. Cabin. 
2. Chain. 3. Helen. 4. Crate. 5. Baker. 6. Helve. 

7. Plate. 8. Gavel. 9. Quail. 
Cross-word Enigma, Eucaliptus. 

Hidden Proverbs. A rolling stone gathers no moss. 
A stitch in time saves nine. 

A War Acrostic. Chateau Thierry. 1. Cannon. 2. 
Helmet. 3. Anchor. 4. Target. 5. Engine. 6. Armory. 

7. Ulster. 8. Trench. 9. Heroes. 10. Iodine. 11. En- 
sign. 12. Rifles. 13. Rocket. 14. Yankee. 

Novel Acrostic. Initials, Dardanelles; sixth row, Aus- 
tralians. Cross-words: 1. Display. 2. Arduous. 3. Re- 
verse. 4. Dictate. 5. Anglers. 6. Nosegay. 7. Ennoble. 

8. Laconic. 9. Literal. 10. Evident. 11. Shyness. 
Triple Beheadings and Double Curtailings. Clemen- 

ceau. 1. Exe-cut-ed. 2. Mis-lea-ds. 3. Cal-end-ar. 4. 
Com-men-ce. 5. Mod-era-te. 6. Pre-not-ed. 7. Pro-cur- 
ed. 8. Lib-era-te. 9. Dep-art-ed. 10. Dis-uni-te. 

To Our Puzzlers: Answers, to be acknowledged in the magazine, must be received not later than the 24th (for 
foreign members and those living in the far Western States, the 29th) of each month, and should be addressed to 
St. Nicholas Riddlebox, care of The Century Co., 353 Fourth Avenue, New York City, N. Y. 

Solvers wishing to compete for prizes must give answers in full, following the plan of those printed above. 

Answers to all the Puzzles in the August Number were duly received from Bessie H. Simpson. 

Answers to Puzzles in the August Number were duly received from "Two M's," 9 — Elizabeth Faddis, 9 — 
Florence S. Carter, 9— F. Halsted Sillick, Jr., 9 — Mary and Ruth, 9 — Mary Catherine Hamilton, 9 — Helen H. 
Mclver, 8 — Margaret Noyes, 8 — John F. Davis, 8 — Gwcnfread E. Allen, 8 — Mary Rachel Ashley, 8 — Frances S. 
Shoreland, 8 — Harriet L. Rosenwater, 8 — Mildred F. Gardiner, 8 — Catherine O'Gara, 7 — Grace R. Lewis, 7— Helen 
A. Moulton, 7 — Miriam J. Stewart, 7 — Dorothy J. Miller, 7 — Winifred C. Shaw, 7 — Margaret Trautwein, 7— 
Helen Laraway, 7 — Ruth Labenberg, 7 — Marie L. Everhardy, 7 — Natalie Moulton, 7 — V. Ball, 6 — Ruth and Gladys, 
6 — M. B. Lee, 4 — Damon and Pythias, 4 — D. Dowd, 4 — S. Hyde, 4— W. Pratt, 4 — E. Hayter, 3 — A. L. Atkins, 
3— J. Phelps, 3— B. Corfield, 3— M. Fairbairn, 3— Elizabeth Hughes, 2 — F. de Maurice, 2— C. H. Russell, 2 — 
L. Camp, 2— F. DuBarry, 2— M. I. Fry, 2— M. E. White, 2— C. B. Hussey, 2. One answer, Barbara Wendell — 
K. McE.— B. C. D.— M. F. H.— W. I.— A. R. H.— R. G,— F. C. C— G. G.— E. S,— E. B.— G. C— H. E.— 
E. Y.— M. B.— E. C. M.— L. IL— D. M.— O. A.— C. D.— L. K.— D. M. C— M. F. B.— C. E. K.— E. R.— M. S. 
—A. F. B.— M. G. P.— Z. B.— A. O.— M. G. C— C. F. N.— D. H.— D. S.— Twins— L. T.— H. L. B.— B. T.— M. B. 


Look up and not down for my first; 

And down and not up for my second; 
My zL'hole 's not a cousin or aunt. 

And yet a connection is reckoned. 



All of the words described contain the same num- 
ber of letters. When rightly guessed and written 
one below another, the diagonal, from the upper, 
left-hand letter to the lower, right-hand letter, will 
spell the Christian name of a prominent man. 

Cross-words : i. One of the United States. 2. A 
country of Europe. 3. A city in the State of Wash- 
ington. 4. A southern county of Vermont. 5. A 
vast Asiatic region. 6. The capital city of one of 
the United States. 7. A city of Scotland. 

G. ELEANOR MACLEAN (age 17), League Member. 


1. A bird. 2. A bird. 3. To turn away. 4. Cour- 
age. 5. To go in. 

EVELYN heymann (age 13), League Member. 


(Silver Badge, St. Nicholas League Competition) 
To solve this puzzle, take the last two letters of 
the first word described to make the first two letters 
of the second word, and so on. The last two letters 
of the eighteenth word will be the first two letters 
of the first word. 

I. A masculine name. 2. A place of public con- 
test. 3. Pertaining to the nose. 4. Permit. 5. 
Possessed. 6. To draw out. 7. The Italian word 
for hundred. 8. A subject. 9. The ctheral fluid 

circulating in the veins of the gods. 10. Rank. 11. 
To eat away. 12. An evil spirit. 13. A vegetable. 
14. Assault. 15. Air. 16. A disease of rye and 
other cereals in which the grains become black. 17. 
A quadruped. 18. Wandered from the right. 

adra drina hodcins (age 15). 


Example : Triply behead and triply curtail ma- 
chines that raise people or things from one floor to 
another, and leave a large vessel. Answer : Ele- 

1. Triply behead and triply curtail one who en- 
gages in 'combat, and leave a club used in baseball. 

2. Triply behead and triply curtail, eating away 
gradually, and leave a measure of length. 

3. Triply behead and triply curtail disinheriting, 
and leave to possess. 

4. Triply behead and triply curtail a follower of 
Darwin, and leave to gain. 

5. Triply behead and triply curtail carried away 
by force, and leave a short sleep. 

6. Triply behead and triply curtail an officer of the 
law, and leave a cooling substance. 

7. Triply behead and triply curtail below the 
standard, and leave a negative connective. 

8. Triply behead and triply curtail visionary, and 
leave a machine for separating the seeds from 

When these words have been rightly guessed, be- 
headed, and curtailed, the initials of the eight three- 
letter words will spell the surname of a famous man. 
LOUIS KKONENUERGER, J u. (age 14), League Member. 



Here are eight words of two syllables each. The 
objects numbered i and 2 form one word ; 3 and 
4 form another word, and so on. The eight words 
answer the following definitions: i. A game. 2. 
A stroke. 3. Sometimes used by an author. 4. Often 
eaten. 5. A stream. 6. To harass. 7. A bird. 8. 
Useful in a new country. 


The problem is to change one given word to an- 
other by altering one letter at a time, each alteration 
making a new word, the number of letters being 
always the same and the letters always in the same 
order. Example : Change wood to coal in three 
moves. Answer: wood, wool, cool, coal. 

1. Change fast to slozv in six moves. 

2. Change sulk to sing in three moves. 

3. Change take to give in five moves. 

4. Change come to gone in three moves. 

5. Change walk to ride in six moves. 

6. Change five to nine in three moves. 

7. Change hand to foot in six moves. 

8. Change find to lose in five moves, 
g. Change hack to cart in five moves. 

10. Change lake to pond in six moves. 

RUTH JAMESON (age 15), League Member. 


(Silver Badge, St. Nicholas League Competition) 
Ali. the words described contain the same number 
of letters. When rightly guessed and written one 
below another, the initial letters, reading down- 
ward, will spell the name of a President of the 
United States, and another row of letters will spell 
the name of another of our Presidents. 

Cross-words: i. A frame used in counting. 2. 
Lower. 3. To loathe. 4. Motive. 5. One who pre- 
pares matter for publication. 6. To breathe with a 
whistling sound. 7. A scoffer. 8. Chronicles. 9. 
A French wine. l. An old name for an outer skirt. 
II. Girdles. 12. Hidden from the understanding. 
13. Bigoted. SUSIE cobbs (age 13). 


(Silver Badge, St. Nicholas League Competition) 
My firsts are in Chickamauga, but not in Bull 

My seconds, in Champion's Hill, but not in Shiloh ; 
My thirds are in Stone River, but not in Vicks- 
burg ; 

My fourths are in Chancellorsville, but not in 
Kernstown ; 

My fifths are in Fort Donelson, but not in Cold 
Harbor ; 

My sixths are in Gettysburg, but not in Cedar 
Creek ; 

My sevenths are in Appomattox, but not in Fred- 
ericksburg ; 

My eighths are in Fort Sumter, but not in Perry- 

My whole name two battles of the Civil War. 


I. ..2. ..13. ..4 


In solving this puzzle, follow the above diagram, 
though each diamond has seven words, instead of the 
five shown. 

L I. In singly. 2. Everything. 3. To mix, as 
metals. 4. Plays upon by artifice. S- Veins of 
metal. 6. An affirmative. 7. In singly. 

II. I. In singly. 2. The beard of barley. 3. 
Regions. 4. Amiably. 5. Spruce. 6. Crafty. 7. 
In singly. 

III. I. In singly. 2. The human race. 3. "The root 
of all evil." 4. Often encountered in France. 5. Re- 
quires. 6. An affirmative. 7. In singly. 

IV. I. In singly. 2. An exclamation. 3. Speed- 
ily. 4. Trembling. 5. Sour substances. 6. Entity. 
7. In singly. 

V. I. In singly. 2. A common article. 3. A 
vagrant. 4. Well-informed. 5. Corundum, in grains 
for polishing. 6. To go back and forth. 7. In 

VI. 1. In singly. 2. To observe. 3. An ointment. 
4. Becomes yellow. 5. To call forth. 6. A sheep. 
7. In singly. 

VII. 1. In singly. 2. To fold. 3 A city of 
northern France. 4. Making salt. 5. Worked dil- 
igently. 6. Termination. 7. In singly. 

VIII. I. In singly. 2. To deface. 3. Less. 4. 
A passage leading to a ship. 5. A European tree. 
6. Fled. 7. In singly. 

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On tended knees 
the black slaves served 


In this dazzling fashion, coffee was served 
in the court of Louis XIV: — 

"In gorgeous costumes, on bended knees, 
black slaves presented coffee in tiny cups of 
egg-shell porcelain, with saucers of gold and 
silver and embroidered silk napkins, to the 
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Coffee is not now in any sense a luxury. It 
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The charm of coffee, — who will deny its zest, 
its savor, its gusto? Coffee has subjugated 
nearly every nation, — edged its way around 
the habitable globe. Simply because it most 
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and drink. 

In America, coffee as a beverage, is safely 
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the "Universal Beverage." 

Coffee has earned this important place by 
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Co&e— the Universal drink. 

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See What Mother Found! 

SHE said I was always asking for things to eat that were not 
good for me. So she got a jar of Beech-Nut Peanut 15utter. 
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Ask Your Father 

if some of his happiest 
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Growing children more 
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Made on a different princi- 
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WILL you be an expert shot, 
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Ask your local sporting goods or hard- 
ware dealer to tell you about the Gov- 
ernment's Boys' Rifle Clubs and how to 
join the National Rifle Association of 
America. Or write to us for full in- 
formation and free instruction booklets. 

The Remington Arms Union Metallic 
Cartridge Company, Inc. 

Largest Manufactttrers of Firearms 
I and Ammunition in the World. 
'Woolworth Building New York City 


Well, it's all according to the Saint and tKe object of 
nis curiosity, don't you think? 

For instance, if a Saint (;pour oxOn St. Nicholas) "jJere 
curious to kno'vJ how his plan to help you recei-Oe just the 
things you vJant for Christmasand to buy just the right things 
for Mother and Father, works out. don't you think you ought 
to pamper him in his curiosity?? 

He wants you to write him a letter telling him \xoxO you 
used the pages last Christmas time and what you are going 
to do with them this year. How manji of the things that 
jlou asked for did you find on Christmas morning and what 
vJere they? Good old St. Nicholas will be interested in all 
the details. 

Tfou kno-s? the pages he means of course — the first ones 
for this Holiday Season are on pages 62 and 64 of this very 
issue — entitled 


Address j)our letters to St. Nicholas in care of his "Cur- 
iosit;p Box" and I am sure he will be verj> grateful, indeed 


First Aid 
For Cuts and Scrapes 

Keeps out germs. 
Protects from infection. 

Have it on hand 
for emergencies. 

Vffie most valuable piano in ifie woiM 

5 The purchase of a piano should 
be the decision of a life-time. 
The enjoyment of its possession 
should ripen with succeeding 
years. It is to meet this stand- 
ard that Steger Pianos and Player 
Pianos are made. 

5 Write for Steger Style Brochure 
and convenient terms. 



Founded by John V. SLeger, 1879 

Steger Building, Chicago 
Factories at 
Steger, Illinois 


On Time! 

The "American 

FLYER" is always on 
time. It's a fast ex- 
press — the fastest toy 
train made. 

Be the General Man- 
ager of an "AMERI- 
road. Run it yourself. 
Put up your tracks and 
switches, tunnels and 
bridges, stations, sig- 
nals and sidings. 

You can build a 
model railroad system 
with the "AMERICAN 
FLYER" outfit. And 
it's made in the U. S. A. 

'Made in America 

Registered US Patent Office 

''TheTrain with the Cuarantee'5 

Engines and cars are just like the latest type trains. 
Lever control and bral<es on engines — just like real — are 
exclusive "AMERICAN FI.YEB" features. The "AMEEI- 
CAN FLrEE" Patented Steel Gear Motor makes these 
engines go faster with heavy loads. 

An "American Flyer" for Christmas 

Ask for one to be sure of getting the best. More fun 
and education in an "AMEHICAN FLYEB" than in any 
other toy. Be one of the 2.000,000 happy ovfners of 
•'AMEBICAK FLYEB" railroads. 

Send for Interesting Catalog 

Complete railroad outfits are shown in. tlua fascinating 
hook. Everything the railroad man uses. 

Ask Your Dealer 

to show you an "AMEEICAN FLYER" System. If he 
can't, WTite us direct and give his name. Set your heart 
on an "AJIEBICAN FLYEB" this Christmas and be sura 
you get it. 

Look for 
This Sign 

1 1 marks 
a n "AM- 
IV h c r e ver 
you s o o 
the boy oji- 
e r a t, i n g 

_ tlio "AM- 

FLYER" train you may know that you can get tije btdt 
mechanical railroad outfit made, in that store. 

2255 S. Halsted St., Chicago, III. 
Makers of a complete line of electrical and mechanical 


The New Sport for Real Boys 

If you only had a railroad of your own or a 
fleet of power boats what sport you would 
have! Just think of the fun being president, 
superintendent, dispatcher, engineer and con- 
ductor on your own train or captain, mate, 
purser, helmsman, and engineer of your own 

Ives Toys make this all possible. There are 
fine, big Ives Trains that run by electricity. 
Start the powerful electric locomotive by a 
switch; control its speed, stop the train and re- 
verse it at your will. With Ives stations, 
switches, sidings, Semaphores, culverts, tunnels, 
bridges and other parts you can have a com- 
plete railroad system as elaborate as you wish. 
Then ihere are Ives Trains that are pulled by 
mechanical locomotives with strong motors that 
run a long time on one winding. Ive builds 
passenger and freight cars, baggage cars, coal 
cars — all kinds of rolling stock. And they are 
built to last, just like regular cars. 

Ives Boats are the newest and finest toys out. 
Made of steel and driven by sozw propellor 
and strong, long-running motor: Steered by a 
regular rudder. Ives Boats are perfectly bal- 
anced; they speed along at a sreat rate for 
long distances on a single winding. There are 
twelve models and sizes, among them being an 
ocean liner, U. S. Merchant Marine, patrol boat, 
launch, motor boat, freighter and others. 

Good toy stores and toy departments every- 
where sell genuine Ives Toys. Be sure that the 
name "Ives" is on the train or boat you buy. 
For 4c in stamps we will send you either our 
booklet on boats or our folder on trains; both 
for 6c. The boat book contains rules of the 
road at sea, signals, nautical glossary and other 
comprehensive navigation information. 

The Ives Manufacturing Corporation 

196 Holland Ave. ^---^-.'"^l 
Bridgeport, Conn. V, \ 

Family Toy Talk II 

From the time a child is born, he enters a period 
of mental development. This lasts as long as his mind 
is able to grasp new thoughts. 

Firstj children are taught at home by the parents 
or nurse. Then comes the going-to-school time, and 
here the teacher further aids the chllds mental train- 
ing. So on and on we humans develope our minds 

During the earlier period of the childs life, one 
important aid to education is sometimes overlooked 
by parents. They fail to realize that toys are not 
necessarily simply playthings. 

Parents should choose toys for their children, 
with the idea in mind that they can be made to sup- 
plement what the children are being taught. Toys 
may play a decided part in instruction. 

Let parents realize that the childs appreciation 
of quality and worth are being cultivated as they 
play. Cheap toys do not create a sense of value. 
So, from the very beginning buy good things, whereby 
the children really learn to excercise care in keeping 

In America, toy manufacturers are endeavoring 
to put the idea of vocational training in their toys. 
Children do not sense small reproductions of essential 
products as imitations, nor are they that. 

Better than through books, does the growing, 
child learn the all-important lessons of precaution 
and necessity of care, from his so called "playthings". 

This movement toward early vocational training- 
even in toys is psychologically sound and it adds 
rather than detracts pleasure from the childs leisure 

We have learned to realize that play as well as 
work should have a definite purpose. 

There must be both mental and physical training- 
It must be realized that it is possible by a wise selec- 
tion of toys to establish early the foundation cf fu- 
fure study. 

From the puzzle or game, which develope quick, 
and logical thinking to the practical construction toys, 
all serve an end. As the mind is developed, so there 
must be exercise and fresh air for the growing body. 

No country in the world has brought the educa- 
tional, instructive, mental and physical developing 
toys to such a high point of perfection as has America. 

American Toys are real quality. When you think 
of good toys, you need think of no others than 
those made right here in the United States. 

Family Toy Talk No. Ill will appear 
in December 


Christmas Joy for Girl and Boy 

Make it a Flexible Flyer Christmas! The cleanest, liveliest, most 
heathful sport of the season — sledding with the famous FLEXIBLE 
FLYER. Its patented, non-skid runners which grip ice or snow 
make steering easy and coasting safe, comfortable 
and fast. The new steel front takes up shock, 
( ^^S^PRfiK^L*'"^ ^^^^ strength and prevents splitting of seat and 

rails. Saves shoes and prevents wet feet. 
Seven sizes — 38 to 63 inches long. Look 
for the name and flying eagle trade mark 
on seat. None genuine without it. 

^-^^^^^^,-^^*^^*=55!^J^ pope Cardboard model shows how the 
1 'UB^^'*'' r XvdJi Flexible Flyer steers. Write for it. 

S. L. Men & Co. 

F/exih/e Flyer 

— the famous steering sled with non-skid runners 

Play Eight 

No Study 

Every home, every group of friends 
should have Song-o-Phones, the re- 
markable instruments that anyone 
can play. They produce rich, sweet, 
powerful tones, imitating band in- 
Btrtiments that take years of study 
and practice to learn to play. 
If you can hum, talk or sing you and your friends can 
become expert Song-o-Phone players right away, and play 
anything from the good old songs to the most popular hits. 

are delighting 

Send right away for booMet and 
full particulars about these wonder- 
ful, inexpensive instruments. 

At all musical instrument 
dealers, department stores and 
toy shops, or write for free 

The Sonophone Company 

37 S. Ninth St, 1 1 A, Brooklyn, N.Y.y 

Play The Game 

See them interested in play on their Musical 
Checker Board. With all the Fun of the Game 
they "have their notes" and gain a thorough grasp 
at this Fundamental of Music. 

Eight Games on One Board 

Old and Young Love it. 
The Best Game for Boys and Girls. Paderewsk* 
Pianist of Poland endorses it. 

Made by 


52 Vanderbilt Ave. NEW YORK CITY 



Conducted by Samuel R. Simmons 

Under this general heading is included a long series 
of stamps issued during the period of the Armis- 
tice. All of them have an interest apart from their 
appearance, from their design, from their wokman- 
ship. Many of them indeed are very crude from an 
artistic standpoint. Most of them are from coun- 
tries whose names are almost meaningless — nations 
newly created from the ruins of Russia, or the re- 
adjustments of German, Austrian, and Balkan ter- 
ritory. Indeed, the boys and girls are going to find 
geography a much more difficult study than did 
their fathers and mothers. 

One of the most interesting of these new coun- 
tries which has issued stamps is Mesopotamia, the 
land of Bagdad and the Arabian Xights, a country 
around which much youthful imagination has always 
centered ; so much so, that the country has seemed 
like a fairy-tale rather than a real place. One is 
almost sorry that it has turned real and has issued 
stamps. These, however, are yet only a series of 
surcharges upon the current stamps of Turkey. The 
surcharge reads as follows : At the top of the 
stamp is the word, "IRAQ." (Now our readers 
must n't ask us what that means, for at present we 
do not know ; but if any one of them can tell us, we 
should be glad to hear from them.) At the left are 
the words (reading up) "In British," and at the right 
(reading down) "Occupation." At the bottom is the 
new value in annas and rupees, instead of paras and 
piasters. For instance, the i anna is upon the 20 
paras, the sj^ annas, upon the i piaster; the i rupee, 
upon the 10 piasters. The surcharges make a strik- 
ing contrast to the color of the stamp, and the set 
is really very beautiful. 

In our last month's issue we illustrated two 
stamps from Fiume, over which city there is so 
much excitement at present. These stamps, perhaps, 
cannot be called "national." They belong rather to 
the "revolutionary" group of the Armistice. We il- 
lustrate two more of them this month. First, the 
large head of Liberty with a star in her hair. This 
is the type of the lower values, 2, 3, and 5 centesimi. 

values of the series, from 60 centesimi to 10 corunas. 

Poland is one of the countries which has come 
into prominence among stamp-collectors on account 
of its armistice issue of stamps. For many years 
stamp-collectors rather enjoyed this country, be- 
cause, having issued only one stamp (and that, by 
the way, a very attractive one), it was easy to fill 
the only space in the album assigned to it. But 
Poland is now making up for lost time. A number 
of stamp issues have already 
appeared. The first Polish 
set that we saw was sur- 
charged upon a series of 
stamps issued by the City of 
Warsaw, and illustrated up- 
on STAMP PAGE some time 
ago. ' These stamps were 
usually spoken of as the 
"Citizens Local Post." The il- 
lustration gives an idea of 
the stamps. The second 
Polish picture is of another issue. 
This issue is divided into parts, or 
sections. The first has the values 
in pfennings and marks, and is for 
use in what might be called the 
Warsaw-German section of this 
new nation. The second has the 
same design, but is for use in 
Galicia and has the value in heller 
and krona. Both sets come per- 
ferated and imperforate. The next 

The second illustration is called "View of the 
Port." But really the whole interest centers in the 
right foreground, where is shown a citizen of Fiume 
nailing to the mast of a ship the flag of Italy. This 
is intended to indicate the absolute determination of 
the inhabitants to unite themselves with the Govern- 
ment at Rome. This design appears on the higher 


higher values — marks and 
kronas in both sets. The 
sixth Polish stamp is a later 
issue, showing the Polish 
eagle conspicuously in the 
center. This is the most 
striking series so far issued. 
The others are less orna- 
mental and more crudely 

Here is a new country en- 
tirely. What shall its name 
be? On the stamp it ap- 
pears as Latviga. Others 
call it Lettland, some Lett- 
onia. It is a part of old Rus- 
sia, and we understand the 
capital is at Libau. There 
are three distinct issues of 
this country, all of the same 
design, but of varying 
on page 48) 



IT is so named because here every St. Nicholas reader can find the names and addresses of leading stamp 
1 dealers. Selected stamps for young folks are their specialty. Mention 5*. Nichola* in writing them and 
be sure always to give your name and complete address, as well as that of parent, teacher or employer as 
reference. Be sure to get permission first. We are careful to accept the advertisements of only the_ most 
reliable stamp dealers, and if you have any unfair business dealings with 5f. WicAio/as advertisers advise^ us 
promptly. We are always glad to help solve your stamp problems. Write us when you want information. 

/^^^v Stamps — 158 Genuine including Mexico War, Salva- 
/ejir^^^ tlhina, Guatemala, etc. Only 10c — 1000 ?ery 
(■£ JBltine niLxed foreign 28c — 100 all different 15c, 150 
llHh •fflyjo 25c, 200 difr. 50c, 500 diff. $2.00—1000 diff. $4.25. 
'^SBW All fine! 25 diff. French col. (pictures) 20c, 50 diff. 

do 50c, 100 do $1.50. 30 diff. S. 4 Cen. Amer. 20c— 
3 Ao.vosinia 15c, 3 Czecho Slovakia 20c, 3 Jugo Slavia 6c, 3 
Latvija.25c, 2 Poland Red Cross 20c, 4 Boumania 1014-pictures 
20c, 3 ditto — Charity 18c, 5 Serbia Death Mask S.ic, 3 large 
Swiss 1919 — 15c, etc. Larga lists of Bargains Free! Large 
stock War Stamps, etc. Sheets on Approval— 50% to 60% — 
Agents Wanted. We buy stamps — all kinds, for Cash! Also 
Stamp Collections, etc. Established 25 years! The C. H. 
Hussman Stamp Co., 2600a Olive St., St. Ixiuis, Mo. 

Packet No. 8, 
Contains 1000 Different Stamps 

of Exceptional Grade 
Price $5.00 Post Free 

Includes ancient and modem Issues seldom seen at any- 
where near thii price. A bargain. Ask for otir 96-page 
Illustrated price-list, whicti is free on request. 

ctytl 1 1 olAlrlr Ol vUIN l^U. 

33 West 44th Street New York City 

Why my approvals are the best: (1) No trash, (2) Lowest 
price: 50 /c with exlra discounts for quick returns. (3) Attract- 
ive Sheets arranged by countries. (4) Aguinaldo Philippine 
stftDsp cdt. SOc. prGmlum to custonicrs who expect to buy. 
(5) H, %, Ic. atampa for small boya If desh'ed. Hundreds ol 
6t. Nicholas boya have tried them. Wliy not YOU. 

D M. Ward, 608 Buchanan St., Gary, Ind. 

Q M A P Q 159 dlCEerent foreign, 15c. 60 different tr. S. in- 
I'l r iJ cladlng SI and $2 lovenuea, for He. With each 
order we give free our pamphlet which tells "How to Make a 
Collection Pioperly." QUEEN CITY STAMP & COIN CO., 
Room 32, 604 Race St., Cincinnati, O. 

RafA 9f ai-rt-nc Fr«»<» ^5 all different Canadian and 10 
i\,are Oiampi> r ree jq^ji^ ^ith catalogue Free. Post- 
age 2 cents. When possible send names and addresses of two 
stamp collectors. Large wholesale list for Dealers free. 
We offer these sets, great bargains, cheapest ever offered, no 
two atampa alike In any set, all dl3erent, fine condition. Postage 
2c. extra. 50 Spain, lie; 40 Japan, Sc.; 100 U. S., 20c.; 7 Slam, 
15c.; 50 Asia, 17c.; 20 Chile. 10c.;4Malta, 5c.; 30 Holland,9c.; 10 
Jamaica, lOc; 10 Stralta, 7c.: 10 Egypt, 7c.; 7 Persia, 4c.; 10 Cey- 
lon, 15c.; 8 Hawaii. 20c.; 20 Denmark. 7c.; 30 Sweden, 10c. ; 50 
Brt.Cora,6c.;8Peru,4c.;25Per3la, 25c.; 10 Brazil, 5c.; SOAfrIca, 
24c.; 6 FIJI, 15c : 25 Italy, 5c.; 7 Iceland, 20c.; 4 Sudan, 8c.; 10 
■ China. 10c. ; 17 Mexico. 10c. ; 10 Uruguay, 7c.; 6 Reunion, Sc.: 5 
Panama, 13c.;20 New Zealand, 15o. Remltln stampsorMoney 
Order. Fine approval sheets 50^ discount. 50 Page List Free. 
We buy Stamps. Marks Stamp Co.. Dept.N.Toronto.Canada. 


51 different stamps, packet 5 una«ed, China ship set, 2 scarce 
animal stamps, large $1.00 U. S. revenue, perforation gauge, 
millimetre scale, ruler and price lists. ALL FOR 9c ! Finest 
approvals; British Colonies, etc., large discounts. 


CPXQ Japan 1913, 13 varieties 27c.; 1914; 11 varieties 12c.: 
•Jd 1 O 1915, 4 varieties 17c.; 1916, 2 varieties Sc.; French 
Colonies, 32 varieties 20c.; Austria miUtary, 5 varieties 20c. 
Ru.=isia 1 rbl. impf. 10c. ; postage extra. Approvals, "Stamp 
Sp-'cials" sent on request. 

FR.W'KLINCOOPER. lOS Clarcmont Ave., Jrrspy City, N.J. 


tJ 50ri fl. Belgium (large bi-color) China, Jamaica, Portugal 
Venezuela, etc., lOc; 100 all difl. only 20c; 1,000 well mixed 
40c; 100 var. U S. 50c; 1,000 hinges, 10c; Agts. wtd. 50% 
List free I BUY ST.\.MP8 L. B. DOVER, Overland, Mo. 

for our fine app. sheets. Large discounts. Send ref. We 
Buy Stamps. Service. Satisfaction. 

B. H. FEHLM Co , 3021 E nth Ave.. Denver, Colo. 

"The Beaut'ful Canada Jubilee Set one half cent to 50c. 
unused, $3.00. Other B. N. A. used and unused on 

A. C. DOUGLAS. Southampton. Ont." 

Stamps 50 all diff., Tranavaai. Brazil, Peru, ^^SEjjk 
Cuba, Mexico, Ceylon, Java, etc.. and Album, 10c. ^S^Tgl 
1000 Finely Mixed, 40c. 60 din. U. B.. 2Sc. 1000 EL fll 
hinges. 10c. Agis. wtd. 50^. List Free. I buy stam.os. ^S^^^ 
C.Stegman, 5940 Cote Brilliante Ave , St. Louis. Mo. >^SH6^ 

O/^rvvj/^lllij 8 Lu.xembourg; 8 Finland: 20 Sweden: 
8 Honduras: 8 Costa Rica; 10 Porto Rico: 8 Dutch Indie.s: 6 
Haytl. Lista of 7000 low-priced stamps free. 
Ch,4Mbers Stamp Co ., Ill G Nassau Street, New York Citt 

MOOM Latest NEW EUROPE issues at Net prices. 

' Standard vsrletios at liberal XDlscounts 
Olli/\mO GEO. F. MOON, Jr., 9 Fulton Market N. Y 

100 dinerent U. S. 28 cents 150 diflcrent U. S. 70 cents. You 
will be pleased with our new premium plan to those using our 
approval books. May we send you a selection? 

S. S. WATSON CO. Inc., East nedham. Mass. 

TF you win buy $1.00 or more at a time from our better 
1 selections, you can make youi collection a gilt-edge Invest- 
ment. Write Hess Bros Co., Box 52, ClearOeld, Pa- 

for our approval sheets at 50% discount. Postage 2 cents 
Mention St. Nicholas. Quaker Stamp Co.. Toledo.Oboio 


For the names of two collectors and 3c. postage. 10 coins, 25o; 
20 coins. 35c. Toledo Stamp Co. Toledo O.. U.S.A. 

LJTfw/^f4 C — Best — lOUU lor 15 cents. jfacKei, xuu ain- 
^**-*'^8tamp3, 15 cents. Heavy cover album 75c- 
C. F. Richards. Box 77, Grand Central P. O. New York- 

All For — 20 different stamps from 20 different covintrles. 
H Tonic different South American, 2 different Malay 
O V/CniS (Tigers) FOYE STAMP CO., Detroit, Mich. 

^^^^ 5 unused French Colonies to Approval Applicants 

r K r r ROESSLER'S stamp NEWS, 6 mos. 15c. 

1 llLllJ Edwin H Bmlet, Box 25 Farmingdale, N. Y. 

collectors. 2c. postage, with SOSg apprs. 125dlf. 
U. S. Inc. high values, 60c. U. T. K. Stamp Co., Utica. N. Y, 

FREE. 1.00 U. S. Parcel Poat Stamps to Applicants for 
Approvals. Give Reference. 

J. R. Nichols, 2322 Loring Place. N. Y. City 

Send for selection of my WORLD WIDE APPROVALS and 

get beautiful U, S. $1, Stamp ab.solutely FREE. 

C E. B ALTZLE Y. 533 Commonwealth Bldg., Denver, Colo 

TTRPl? Blocljof4: 3 Line Surchaige, 2 Color, Mint, Im- 
•T ■IM-'E/ perforate. Send reference for Approvals. 

G. PERKINS, 704 Dollar Bank, Youngstown, Ohio. 

10 Ditlercnt Animal [Stamps 8c. 2 J Different 20c. 
^yJ\J 30 Different SoC. And don't forget COMETS! 
The ZENITH Stamp Co., Dept. B. Box 383, New Britain, Ct 

All different 100 - 10c. 225 - 25c. 60U-$1.U0. louo - i.'.SO. 

J. L. ONKEN. 630 79th St., BROOKLY.V, N. Y. 
C NEWFOUNDLAND FREE with trial Approvals. 1000 Peel- 
" able Hinges, 8c. F. E. Thorp, Norwich, N. Y. 

A'J STAMPS, Wide World Variety, no tiash. catalog' 
• value 97c for 6c , with universal appr'"\'als 

C. N. 'WINEGAR, West Fort Ann, N. Y. 

PRFF * '''^ unused French Colonies lO anproval appll- 
^ ^'-'La cants. Geo, D. Li-W Co.mpany, Columbus. Ohio- 

e Different Rhodesia, and big bargain lists, only e_ 
O JOHN M. LONG, 67 Public Square, Watertown N.Y. OC- 


Hob Postage Stamp Co , 31j Washiiigton Street. Boston, Mass. 

Get your stamps with premiums from the 

RICHARDS STAMP CO. Dept. A. East Orange N. Y. 

s I .\.V1PS 105 China.ptc. stamp ilictlonary.lisl 30011 liarsama, 
ic Album (500 pictures). .3c. Biillaiih & Co.. Sta.A. Bo.ston 
If) f Win Stamps at one cent each. Pend for trial .s lection 
J.U,WUU on approva', and receive a Watermark Detector 
Free. BURT McCANN, 321 No. Newton, WInnoapolls, Minn 

Fine premiums to app'i-ants for Buckeve approvals 

DU..KEi'E STAMP CO. Sprlngaeld, Oilo 

GET MY 12f-. rOLLECTTON of tw-nty ra"? stamps. App-oval 
sheets on request. II. H. Higgins 1 W. 69th iil.. New York 


PLAYMATES/- Boys a„d Girls 




Write now for descriptive literature 

Merrick Road, Rosedale, Long Island, N. Y, 

Boys and Girls! Here is THE PRESENT. 

A Gift that is useful 

) and inexpensive and bound to please everybody 
Send lor a sot ot tlaesc Beautiful Pencils 


Name stamped in gold letters on hi5h grade green, blue or 
pearl-gray enameled, rubber-tipp ed lead pencils. 3 pencils in 
Christmas box, 30c; 6 pencils, 55c; 12 pencils, SI. 00. Write 
plainly name to be stamped and colors of enamel wanted. 
Send your order early to assuie Xmas delivery, 

ROCHELLE PENCIL CO. Dept. H. New RocheUe, N. Y 


(Continued from page 46 

values and printed upon different 
kinds of paper. The first issue was 
printed upon a thick, heavy paper 
used for German maps. On the 
backs of most of the stamps can be 
seen sections of the maps. The next 
set was printed upon paper with blue 
ruled lines upon the back, apparent- 
ly some sort of writing-paper, while 
the third is upon paper water-marked with a "honey- 
comb" design. Before closing, we would say that 
many of the illustrations for this article were taken 
from the pages of the "Albemarle Stamp Collector." 


Little Dog Cakes (Midgets) 

Take a few of these dainty, brown, crisp Biscniit* 
with you when on a walk or during your travels 
and you will be surprised how much your dog 
will appreciate your consideration. 
Write for samples and send 2c stamp for cat- 
alogue "Dog Culture." 



Stamp Directory— Continued 

PREMIUM to approval applicants, mention St. Nlchola'!. 
II. S. WINTERMUTE. P. O. Box 943, Bremerton, Wasli. 

FRKF, 1^0 Stamps free to applicants for our 60 per cent ap- 

fj C STAMPS. 125 all different. 50c. Wm. H- Wilkik- 
SON. Jr. 760 Howard Ave., S. E. Washington, D. C. 

jrj^J)J^ 25 diff. Brit. Colonics to approval applicants. 2c 
postaee. Pequot Stamp Co., Box 85 Bridseport, Ct. 

Approvals. Michaelb, 5602 Prairie, Chicago. 

Different Btaims for 3c to applicants for our Pontilar Ap- 
• " provals. CHBI3TEN3EN, 1673 3rd St., Milwaukee, WU. 


A valuable book fully lUusti aled describing Ortiv 1 
and prlcln? all valuable stamps . ... vyimy 

Try OIK stamp paper 6 mos. for 25c with a nice FREE 

collection of all dlflereat stamps 



Indoors or out 


Get the 
Drop on' 
that Cou^ 

pJIKING or resting — the 
wind through the woods 
and the draft through the 
room may mean the same 
kind of a cough. Stave it 
oEF with Dean's Mentholated 
Cough Drops. Get them 

Dean Medicine Company 
Milweukee, Wiiconiin 



^WWf VVf W^fek electric:il, rope, airplane, 

K S I I I piano, pipe-organ, flat, 

^^JB > H hoops, bale-ties, tacks, nails, 

^U^u H barbed-wire, concrete re-in- 

H B H forcement, springs, netting, 

V W ^L^L ^^^^^4 wire fences, steel posts, 
trolley-road wires and rail 
bonds, wire wheels, auto-towing cables, horse-shoes. 
Illustrated Books Describing Uses, FREE 

F. Baackes, V. P. & G. S. A 

American Steel & Wire Co. 

Nova-Tone Talking Machine 

PREPAID $2.3S Made for the children 
enjoyment for all. Hand operated, 
no motor to fret out of order. Rose- 
wood finish case, excellent reprodu- 
cer, plays all records. Send 32. 36. 
we ship prepaid with two selections, 
guaranteed. Order today. Or write 
US how to get one free. Address, 

'^ewrafe^ D. S. C»., Box 497 GreeDTlUe, P*. 


I send for 25 pa- kages of Our Famous Patriotic Chilstma;^ 
Spals. Sell for 10c a package. When sold send us $1.50 and 
keep one dollar. We trast you. Don't delay. Write to-day. 




75c r» 75c 


can be quickly and 
easily attached to 
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The unique 
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This is the season when boys get "gun-hungry" 

EVER feel that itching to get 
a gun in your hand and make 
a break for the open? That's 
what we mean by "gun-hunger." 
You're not the only one who 
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everywhere feel it, too. 

Until you are old enough for 
a "grown-up" hunting rifle, the 
best gun you can get is this 
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With the Daisy, you can learn 
to shoot straighter, truer than 
the other boys ; you can feel the 
thrill of the hunter, even though 
your "game" is only a cardboard 
target, and your "powder" is 
only harmless compressed air. 

On rainy days, there's a rifle 
range you can rig up in the back 

yard or the barn. There's noth- 
ing you can do that will bring 
you more rugged training and 
real fun than to get a Daisy Air 
Rifle, and learn how to become a 
crack shot. 

Ask your dealer to show you 
The Daisy Pump Gun, or the 
new Military Daisy. 

Both guns are 50-shot repeat- 
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Other Daisy Models $1.00 to $3.00 

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you, any Daisy model will be 
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Little children clap their hands and even grown- 
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they will delight the children you 
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See that they are present under 
your tree on Christmas morning. 

A Private Electric Telephone Line all your own. Here's your 
chance. Make this wonderful telephone set a most absorbing 
educational part of your games and spare hours. 

The Robbins Electric Telephone Set is a rf a/ American made 
telephone, scientifically perfect and complete. It can be used 
anywhere that your imagination suggests— from room to room, 
to a chum's house, outdoors in " Scouting " and games 
or in any number of ways. Operates on dry batteries, 
so is independent of any other current. Complete 
instructions with each set. Thousands of boys now 
include this set among theirmost precious treasures. 
See that the Robbins Telephone set is a Part of 
your " wants " for this Christmas. 
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Work hundreds of amusing, interesting and 
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of other things. Find out how chemistry is 
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and use. Perform wonderful tricks of chemi- 
cal magic, too, and mystify your friends; 
pour ten different colored liquids from the 
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writing paper and red, green and yellow 
chemical fire. You can do all these and many 
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Chapter under your own name and get other 
bov9 and girls in with you. Thousands of 
children are doing it and having great fun. 
Get your outfit right away. Send 10c in 
stamps for a copy of the CHEMCRAFT Hand- 
book of Chemical Information. 




Above is the fine $10 set — Gilbert 
Outdoor Wheel Toy. Below are 
fOme of the real toys which can 
easuy be built with it by any boy, 
with o. ly a screw driver and a 
wrench for tool i. Other sets $6 and 
$15 (In Canada $9, $15 and 
$22. 5D.; 


The original stone Anchor Blocks. 
Just the thing for little tots. Price 
$1.00 to $10.00. (In Canada $1.50 
to $15.00.) 


1 know that American boys and 
girls like to do things and make 
things themselves that's why they 
are the smartest boys and girls in the world. 
What boy wouldn't like to make his own 
strong, fine-looking wagons, coasters, glid- 
ers, trucks, wheelbarrows, etc, with the fine 
Gilbert Outdoor Wheel Toy outfits shown 
above, or el?e build wonderful slci'scra pers 
elevators that run, bridges and machinery, with Gilbert 
Erector — the famous construction toy like real struc- 
tural steeL 

"Toys That Are^Genuine" 

All Gilbert Toys are toys that you can have 
great fun with. Boys can give real magic 
entertaiments with Gilbert Mystic Magic out- 
fits — which contain some of the best tricks of famous 
magicians. With Gilbert puzzle sets you can give fine 
puzzle parties. Girls will like the fine Gilbert Nurses 
(Outfit shown below. 

BIG PRIZE CONTEST— i; have just started a big 
toy buildingcontest, freeto boysand girls, with a real 
buckboard automobile or Shetland piny as first prize, 
and a hundred other fine prizes. Write today for all 
the facts, free copy of my boys' magazine and complete 
Gilbert toy catalog, 

A. C. GILBERT, President 


130 Blatchley'Ave., NEW HAVEN, CONN. 
In Canada: The A. C.|GILBERT MENZIESCOMPANY/Ltd., Toronto 


These sets enable boys to give real 
shows and earn money. Sets con- 
tain famous tricks and fine Manu- 
al of Magic. 

Prices $1.50 to $10.00. 
(In Canada, $2.25 to $15.) 

Gilbert Erector 
Set No. 4 

No. 4 set is com- 
plete wi:h Erec- 
tor motor and 
fine red wheels 
to make things 
go. and lots of 
steel parts. 
Price $G. Other sets $1.50 to $25, 
I Canada $2.25 to $37.50.) 


A delightfully dainty outfit for little 
(In Canada $3.75.i 

girls. Pricei;$2.E;0. 


Great fun! Give puzzle parties, 
with prizes for the vinners. Each 
set contains many famous puzzles 
Sets 25c to $1.00. (In Canada. 40c 
to $1.50.) 


Hend mr Fit EE, facts about yovr 
Prj-ze Contest, frrir Cfjfy of your boyt 
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You can't imagine how much I love you! You are the nicest magacine! Mother used to take you when she was 
a little girl, and Dad used to borrow you! M. G. 



With its October number, St. Nicholas passes another milestone 
in its triumphant progress toward the half-century mark, now almost 
in sight. The November issue begins the forty-seventh volume of 
this incomparable magazine for young folk, known the world over 
and universally beloved, wherever the English language is read or 
spoken, as the special friend and comrade, chum and crony, of boys 
and girls — in short, their "own particular, pet, pippin of a magazine," 
as one ardent boy-admirer puts it. 

A bit more seriously, perhaps, than is its custom, but just as 
cheerfully as ever, St. Nicholas completes another year of its hap- 
py and useful existence, and begins with another, the forty-seventh. 

How thick is a bound volume of the boys' and girls' magazine? 
Call it three inches. It is really more, but call it that. We shan't 
stop to measure, though the red-and-gold beauties are close at hand : 
very exact measurements are so unromantic I Three inches to the 
year ; forty-six years ! is one hundred and thirty-eight inches of 
bound volumes of St. Nicholas ! A file half again as high as that 
extraordinarily tall man from Texas, whose pictures were printed in 
the newspapers not long ago ; or more than twice the height of a 
good-sized, growing youngster, when he reaches five feet, and feels, 
and is, "almost a man." It is a whole library in itself. 

But all this is merely a measure of quantity. What really counts 
is quality. You know what St. Nicholas is now. Your big brother 
or sister will tell you that it was the same a few years ago ; and your father and mother, uncles and 
aunts, will tell you it was the same when they were boys and girls. Don't you, often and often, catch 
them reading your copy — and forgetting dull grown-up things, like business and household cares, while 
they renew their childhood with a dip into the Saint's unfailing Fountain of Youth ! Of course you do ! 

That we would say to boys and girls and their parents, is the test of quality, the measure of merit. For 
forty-six years St. Nicholas has met the requirements of young readers ; the hardest requirements there 
are — as well as the best worth trying to meet. One St. Nicholas writer remarked, right here in the pub- 
lication-office : "I 've written hundreds of articles for the grown-ups, and it never bothered me a bit. You 
can fool most of them most of the time. But it frightens me to write for St. Nicholas — because you 
can't fool the youngsters — not ever !" 

Years make the Saint older in wisdom, but they cannot smother his jovial smile in wrinkles. We are 
serious, because these are serious times. We are cheerful, because there are all our St. Nicholas boys 
and girls growing up with the wit and the wisdom, the facts and the fun of this magazine stored away 
in their minds and their hearts to make them better, stronger, wiser American citizens ! Before long the 
older folk must turn the world over to younger 
heads and hands ; it will be time to take a fresh 
start. And that is where, that is exactly where 
our St. Nicholas influence comes into play. As 
a good friend said of it some time ago : "It is given 
to few to exercise so far-reaching an influence upon 
young minds, and thus upon the future of the 

The magazine is a school without a schedule ; it 
takes only the hours you want to give it. It is a 
school without discipline, for a youngster with 
St. Nicholas needs no sharp eye to watch him. It 
amuses you without hammering home a moral. It 
instructs you without trying to look more learned 
than it is. It is always doing something for you. 

What will it do for you in 1920? Many fine and 
beautiful things! More than ever! And, among 
them, these: (for the list is far too long to give 

here in full) : "mother ! daddy 's got my st. Nicholas'' 


My grandmother gives me Sr. Nicholas for Christmas each year, and I think I loz'e it better than anybody else 
I knozv, though I never saw anybody who did n't think it the best magazine ever printed. M. E- L. 


Beginning with the October issue, St. Nicholas is going 
to publish a Department for those boys who are not content 
to sit by and watch others do things but want to have a 
Snger in the pie themselves. The "Do Things Editor" has 
a lot of brand new how-to-make ideas on hand that he is 
going to put into that department, but he is not going to fill 
it all by himself. Useful devices that can be rigged up out 
of odds and ends, home-made apparatus, shop kinks — these 
are what the Editor wants. Boys who have made anything 
themselves are invited to write to the Editor about it. They 
will be asked — not for ideas that they have seen somewhere 
else, but for plans that they have worked out themselves — with complete instructions and sketches that 
have dimensions on them, so that others can follow out the plans. The Editor will pay for all the 
material he uses. 

The department starts off this month with a most interesting "how-to-make" serial, by A. Russell Bond, 
called "Packing-house Village." It will tell just how to build houses out of big packing-boxes. They will not 
be toy houses nor doll houses, but real honest-to-goodness dwellings, big enough for boys to get inside of 
and live in. Being made of packing-boxes they will cost little, and yet they won't look like boxes when 
they are finished. They will have gable roofs, chimneys and verandas, and they will be fitted with furni- 
ture made from smaller boxes. The plan is to have a lot of boys club together and build a whole village, 
with cottages and barns and windmills, with stores, post office, fire-engine house, town hall, etc. Streets 
can be laid out, with mail-boxes and fire-alarm boxes on the corners, and there can be a park with a sum- 
mer house and a bandstand in it. How to contruct all these buildings and the furniture and fittings will 
be told in detail so that any boy who knows how to handle a hammer and a saw can make them. Added 
to the pleasure of building the village there will be the joy of organizing a town government, with mayor 
and common council, police and fire department. 

Be sure to keep your copies of St. Nicholas because if you don't start building a Packing-box Village 
right away, you will surely want to do so before the series is ended. 


Another joyous and important influence of the magazine is that of awakening in its young readers the 
sense of the meaning of beauty of life, in its finer possibilities, of arousing high ideals by acquainting them 
with the men and women of noblest character and achievement. Inspiring biographical sketches have al- 
ways been a prominent feature of St. Nicholas, as instanced by the fine series "More than Conquerors" 
by Ariadne Gilbert, and a similar double set of articles, "Heroes of To-day" and "Heroines of Service," by 

Mary R. Parkman. Both these gifted and experienced teachers 
will contribute biographical papers to the new volume, and thus 
provide an invaluable stimulus to the minds and thoughts of the 
young folk from month to month. And as a companion series 
there will be interesting articles about some of the great artists 
of the world, such as a sketch of "Velasquez," the famous Spanish 
painter, and a charming account of "Two Florentine Friends" ; a 
fine tribute to Sir Ed\.in Abbey, "a painter of quaint romance"; 
while the pages of the various issues will be constantly enriched, 
as usual, by reproductions of great pictures by the leading artists 
of to-day. St. Nicholas boys and 'girls invariably become lovers 
of the best in art and literature. In proof of the art-quality of 
the magazine, this spontaneous endorsement is well worth re- 
printing ! 


501 fifth avenue, new YORK 


St. Nicholas Magazine, 
Dear Sir: 

On behalf of the Manufacturers' Aircraft Association I wish 
to congratulate St. Nicholas. The cover design on the June 
issue is by far the best example of popular aeronautical visualiza- 
tion that I have ever come across. I chanced to see the original 
THE biggest engine in THE WORLD: at Brentano's and was impelled to write to you. 

putting the spindle into Yours very truly, Luther K. Bell. 

THE TURBINE CYLINDER (Information Department.) 


I am a teacher. I wish yon could see the improvement in reading, both oral and silent, that has resulted from the 
use of St. Nicholas instead of the ordinary school reader! IJ. c 

Several admirable serial stories will be published in St. Nicholas 
including a narrative of stirring adventure in tlie far nortiiwest^ 


Author of "Boy Scouts in the Wilderness" 

"Oh, boy!" How would you like to go on a trip with three other 
boys in search of a great, blue pearl, which an Indian chief found in a 
strange stream in the interior of a strange island — the hunting-ground 
of one of the huge brown bears, the greatest carnivorous, animal known. 
A lumber king agrees to finance the trip, and Old Jud Adams, a famous 
trapper, resolves to go along. The three boys chosen need another, and 
decide to choose the one that shows most sand and sense in the great 
Interscholastic Meet in which their school is to compete. 

Who wins the prize, and how, and so becomes a member of the 
"Argonauts," as they call themselves; and how they cross the con- 
tinent and find no one can go to the Island of the Bear except those 
who have "qualified" to the Indians' satisfaction by some unusual act 
of bravery; how Will, Jud, Fred, and Joe, each and all at last achieve 
the right to go; will be revealed in the story which is a "thriller" from 
start to finish, but no wild melodrama. It is based on the facts of ex- 
perience and natural history, set forth with a master's pen. 

Mr. Samuel Scoville, Jr., a Philadelphia lawyer, has found time in 
the intervals of his profession to explore many interesting haunts in the 
wilds and to make a remarkably vivid report of what goes on there. 
The Atlantic Monthly has printed several of Mr. Scoville's nature 
articles, and calls him "the best of city naturalists." 

St. Nicholas, too, in recent numbers, has given to young readers 
several invaluable natural-history papers by Mr. Scoville. In "The Boy 
Scouts of the Wilderness," he wrote a story that will hold any reader 
enthralled from first to last. The characters of that fine narrative reappear in the new serial, and St. Nicholas boys 
will find adventure to their liking and "slathers" of youthful courage and grit in "Boy Scouts in the North." 



Authors of "Lost Island" and "Fortunes of War." 

No writer of today knows boys and boy-nature better than Mr. Barbour or can portray them in livelier style. His 
boy-talk is "the real thing" and his pictures of boys at school, in sport, in danger or play, afloat or ashore, are re- 
markably true to life. He is at home with their very thoughts; and in Mr. Holt he has found a skilled and en- 
thusiastic collaborator, who, from long training as a writer and unusual personal experiences in a varied career, con- 
tributes much to the building-up of a great narrative of adventure and a thrilling climax. 

The new serial is the best of the stories which these two gifted authors have written; and a novel sort of mystery, 
unexplained until the exciting finish, helps to intensify the reader's interest in the kaleidoscopic dangers that beset 
the young heroes of this absorbing narrative, and the pluck that finally brings them through in triumph. 


Author of "The Boarded-up House," "The Sapphire Signet," 

Mrs. Seaman's stories have grown so popular with the girls who read 
St. Nicholas that no volume of the magazine would seem complete 
without one of these "tangled webs" of mystery — unsolvable in ad- 
vance by any reader, but yet unraveling themselves so simply and satis- 
factorily at the close beneath the spell of the author's magic. And in 
all these stories the girl characters are blithe, fine-natured American 
lassies with very human interests and feelings, which win sympathy 
from the start. 

"The Crimson Patch" will be found fully equal to The Boarded-up 
House, The Sapphire Signet, Three Sides of Paradise Green and The 
Slipper Point Mystery. Indeed it is quite likely to be voted the best 
of all. 



This is an entrancingly interesting and picturesque serial for girls — 
and for everyone who enjoys a beautifully-told-story. The scene is laid 
in the California of a century ago when the Spanish dons and grandees 
were in possession and lived in almost regal state, — while in the back- 
ground lurked "bandidos" (bandits) who had the polished manners of 
gallants and would suddenly appear on a fete day and dance with high- 
born ladies whose jewels they were all the time secretely planning to 

In this genuine little masterpiece a new author has conjured up a 
fascinating vision of a romantic era now past and gone, and has fi'.led 
it with scenes of color and tragedy, comedy and charm. In short, there 
is here a new classic in juvenile literature. 

And not many years ago, its author was contributing, as an active 
young member, to the pages of the St. Nicholas League. 

etc., etc. 

FKOi.i "the crimson patch" 


I am always on the front porch the first of the month, waiting for you; and when you come, Boy I I am "dead 
to the world." E. G. D. 




As for the short stories, poems and ballads, 
tales of adventure, of imagination, of "human 
feeling and devotion," and rhymes and pictures 
of fun and frolic, their name is legion and they 
have come to be recognized, and looked forward 
to, as simply a part of St. Nicholas itself, — en- 
tertaining, amusing, enthralling or uplifting, as 
the case may be. A war-worker in France, who 
has recently returned, writes spontaneously : 
"When I was 
in Europe, the 
stories that 
that I read in 
I have always 
St. Nicholas 

came back most vividly were the ones 
St. Nicholas when I was growing up. 
been thankful that I was 'raised' on 
stories and pictures." And a recent letter from far-off 
Korea says : "Even here we cannot do without your 
magazine, as we wish our children to grow up under its 
influence. It must follow us through the years." 

In the two departments, "The Watch Tower" and 
"Nature and Science" — each of which is regarded as an 
invaluable aid by teachers and parents — the boys and 
girls are kept abreast of the progress of historic events 
and national endeavor, and of the latest discoveries in 
science and the nature-world, from month to month. 
And to every issue of the now famous "St. Nicholas 
League" — "their ouni department" — the ambitious 
young readers of the magazine contribute stories, poems, 
drawings, and photography of amazing merit and clever- 
ness. There is no more potent influence in the 
development of character and achievement 
among American young folk than this beloved 

AGE 14. (gold badge.) 

St. Nicholas, 333 Fourth Avenue, New York City. 
Enclosed please find (Ij'qq) which please send 

me St. Nicholas for years beginning with the 

month of 




"daddy, don't forget to stop at the post office 
and bring homb my st, nicholas" ' 


than U/eather 

A Patrick Christmas 

FOR the Boys and Girls as well as 
for Men and Women. Let it be a 
Pairick Coat. Tailored on trim and 
fashionable lines with all the satis- 
faction of warmth and service that is 
identical with the famous Patrick 
Cloth of which it is made. 

There is no other cloth just like 
Patrick Cloth. It is essentially a 
north country fabric, made from 
the thick lon^-fibre wool of "sheep 
that thrive in the snow." 

Wherever you find a Patrick Label — 
■whether on Greatcoat, Mackinaw, 
Sweater, Blanket, Robe, Cap or Stock- 
ing —you know that it marks a product 
of pure lon|-fibre wool from northern 

Ask your dealer for Patrick Products. 
If he does not carry them, let us direct 
you to one who does. 

There are two Patrick books; both of 
them -we send free —our catalog show- 
ing sty les for men, women and children 
and the Patrick-Duluth colors true- 
to-Iife. also the book by ElbertHub- 
bard "Bi^^er Than Weather." 


3 Avenue F 
Duluth, Minnesota 

APure Northern U/oolw^^omSheepfhafthiwe iniheSnow^ 




^ m. on your ^ 

Toy Engineering For Boys 

with its gift-giving fun, gets closer 
Fj each day. Boys, have you decided 
your Meccano Outfit — and talked it over with 
Dad? You ought to. 

For all-around fun, every day in the year, get Meccano. 
Nothing takes its place, because Meccano building is real 
engineering. You can build this wonderful tower, with 
its electric elevator — also the Beam Engine and the elec- 
tric Locomotive, as well as hundreds of other dandy 
models that work just like real machinery. 

Each Outfit Complete — no study necessary to begin 
building. You get a big, illustrated Manual of Instruc- 
tions which makes it all clear and easy. Your fun starts 
the moment you open your Meccano. 

$1,000 Prize Competition 
For All Meccano Boys 
First Prize $250 Cash 

425 Dandy Models — These are only three of the fascinating models 
you can build. With all Meccano Outfits from No. 1 upwards, 
you get illustrated instructions for building 325 models; then 
comes Book No. 2 with 100 Prize Models, and something new is 
constantly being added to the system. 


The story of Meccano, told by the in- 
ventor himself in a fascinating, illus- 
trated book called "The Wonder Book," 
will be mailed to you without charge. It 
contains a lot of pictures of models and 
boys building them, and hours and hours 
of interesting reading. Write for yours 
right away. Xmas will be here be- 
fore you know it! 


Division Y, t . 

71 W. 23d St., -Lfc.^' 
New York, 
N. Y. 

YOU Can 
Build This 
Eiffel Tower 

Prices of 
Meccano Outfits 

No. 00 . 


No. . 


No. 1 . 


No. IX . 


No. 2 . 


No. 2X . 


No. 3 . 


No. 3X . 


And up to 



Electric Reversing, 


Electric N 

on - Re- 






Outfits an 

d motors sent 

prepaid on 

receipt of price 

if not at your dealer.s. 

A Beam Engine 


Members of W. J. R. C. Unit No. 13 of 
New Haven, practicing on their indoor range. 
This range was built in, a church cellar. 

You, too, can have 

a range like this 

IT'S no easy job 
these days to 
find a place 
where you could 
use a rifle — if you 
have one. But 
what is hard for 
you to do by your- 
self, becomes easy 
when you get half a dozen other 
boys interested in the same thing. 

The range shown here was built 
in the cellar of a church 1 It shows 
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If you and a half dozen of your 
friends want to own rifles and 
want a place where you can learn 
to be expert in the handling of 
them, the Winchester Junior Rifle 
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Start a W. J. R. C . Unit 
with your friends 

The Winchester Junior Rifle 
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The W. J. R. C. gives you all 
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to make your shooting safe. 

It costs you nothing to join the 
W.J. R. C. There are no dues 
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W. J. R. C. was organized solely 
to encourage better marksman- 
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among boys and girls of America. 
It is intended to develop the 
qualities of fair play and man- 
liness which are essential to suc- 
cess in after life. 

Unit No. 13 in a 
corner of its club- 
room adjoining the 
range. Unit No. 13 
is made up of Boy 
Scout Troop 23. 

Any boy or girl not over 18 who' 
is in good standing in his or her 
community is eligiDle. 

Membership in the W. J. R. C. 
covers the entire United States. 
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Get the official plan and 
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Write today for the Winchester Junior- 
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"How to Handle a Rifle safely." 

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If you are not a boy scout, state what 
boy organization, if any. you belong to, 
giving the name and address of the offi- 
cial in charge. 

National Headquarters 

Winchester Junior Rifle Corps 

275 Winchester Ave,, New Haven, Conn. 
v. S. A. Division 1x80. 

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Gentlemen ; 

Please register my name as a mem- 
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aunts, grandfathers, grandmothers, distant relatives, 
neighbors, 5anta Claus, and all other good friends. 
I have written down below a list of the Christmas gifts 
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and issue of ST. NICHOLAS on which the gift is advertised so that "Santa Claus" will make no 
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You and Bob have just had your early morning exercise, and now while Bob's 
making up the bunk, you're taking turn as "chef." 
What great sport it is — cooking breakfast over a camp fire, especially when 
you have the light and handy Upton Kamp Kook Kit. Boys! but that crisp bacon 
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Illustration from "Paris 
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And How We Create Them 

Puffed Wheat is whole wheat 
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The farmer sends to our hop- 
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We seal those grains in guns, 
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A Modem King Canute 

The people who lived in the good 
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command. Today the Bell Tele- 
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VENTURES 0/ i/ic 


7T seems to me," 
said Gnif the 
Gnome, "we 
heroes should re- 
member to count 
our many blessings 
up this good month 
of November." 
"Quite true for 
you," cried Peter 
Pig, "for grunts 
we should be 
grateful and for 
good things to eat 
or drink by 
bucketful or 
plateful." "Pigs 
will be pigs," gruff ed Bill the Goat, "their 
mental grasp and zeal seem narrowed down 
to what comes next and how much at each 
meal. But as for me, a good swift butt, with 
care and strength directed, is joy eno' — on 
higher things I keep my thoughts directed." 

"Oh, Billy, Billy," Betty said, "sarcasm 
isn't kind. Eat and let eat, grunt and let 
grunt gives Peter peace of mind. Let's 
bury grievances that grind and differences 
that mar; let's look and see how really 
nice our friends and neighbors are. And let 

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us pick our blessings out then add them up 
and see how grateful every one of us can 
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"We have good food and lots of friends, 
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cosy nooks. AVhen it has rained, we knew 
the sun was always in the sky; and we've 
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half enough, (or toes by careful counting) to 
add our blessed blessings up for they be 
always mounting !" 

"Hear, hear," cried Mr. William Goat, 
"and listen too, forsooth, Miss Betty has the 
right idea and speaks the solemn truth!" 
Then all our heroes gave a cheer for blessings 
past and present, and Billy's smile at Peter 
Pig was really very pleasant. 

So little friends the world is glad 
And trouhles gleam with hope. 

For rainbows shine in bubbles of 
Our blessed IVORY SOAP. 



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^''Bof, I guess," says chubby Dick. |# _ 

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and he will certainly feel like answering as Dick did. 


More different kinds of gooa things to eat are made of Jell-O than of anything else. The Jell-O 
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Strawberry, Raspberry, Lemon, Orange, Cherry, Chocolate. i 

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Novel Fruit Fancies 

Jxir the 

Holiday Homecomings 

HOLIDAYS mean liome-comiugs — 
home-comings mean good things 
to eat — good things to eat mean Libby'sl 

For there's nothing in the world more 
festive than Libby's Peaches — great golden 
halves of California sunshine filled with a 
fresh flavor all their own! And they do 
make the most wonderfull deserts— salads, 
ice creams, pies andsuch delicious pastries! 

And the rest of the Libby list — pears. 
Royal Anne Cherries and Mince Meat — 
are equally delightful and just as 

Do your shopping early for this Libby 
list — your grocer can supply you. 

l ibby, McNeill & Libb> , <»12 Welfare Building. Chicago 

liiiy, MeNtill &f Libhy, of Can., Lid. 
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It's a Peach that makes passible this delight 
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peach halves and cover with soft icing 
Drain Libby's Peaches, dip cut surface in 
poivdered sugar, then place on top of eak 
circle. Sprinkle ujith cocoonut. 


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A World-Christmas-Tree. Verse ( back of frontispiece) Sophie E. Redford 97 

Illustrated by George Varian. 

Frontispiece: "The door swung back, and a Knight stood there." 

From the Drawing by Maurice L. Bower. 

America. Verse. Illustrated by George Varian 

The Treasure-Chest of the Medranos. Serial Story 

Illustrated by W. M. Berger. 

The Real St. Nick. Verse. Illustrated by C. Clyde Squires .... 
The Adventure of the High King (The Wondering Boy Series) Verse 

Illustrated by Maurice L. Bower. 

"One Minute Longer." Story. Illustrated by Edwin F. Bayha. . . 
A Thoughtless Billy-Goat. Verse. Illustrated by Reginald Birch 
The Scamper Children. Verse. Illustrated by Harriet O'Brien. . . 
The Ice-Cream Soda Spirit. Story. Illustrated by Charles M. Relye: 
A Christmas Error. Verse. 

Boy Scouts of the North. Serial Story. Illustrated by George Avison 
The Challenge. Verse. 

"Merry Christmas, Miss Blakely!" Story 

Illustrated by Ralph P. Coleman 

The Crimson Patch. Serial Story 

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The Discontented Little Prince. Verse. Illustrated by Reginald Bird 
For Boys who do things: Packing Box Village. 

Illustrated from Diagrams and Photographs. 

The Watch Tower. Illustrations from Phot 

Eleanor Duncan Wood 


Elizabeth Howard Atkins 

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Florence Boyce Davis • • 

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Clara Piatt IVleadowcroft • 

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Albert Payson Terhune • . 

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Mrs. JohnT. Van Sant . 

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Seymour Barnard .... 

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Samuel Scoville, Jr. • • • 

Arthur Wallace Peach • • • 

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Linda Stevens Almond 

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Augusta Huiell Seaman ■ 

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Timber-Wolves in New York (VV. J. Perry) — Forestalling 
the Spring (S. Leonard Bastin) — What the Great War Did 
for Platinum and Silver (James Anderson) — A Oueer 
Bonfire (Walter K. Putney) — A Rope Mattress — Frost 
Music (S. Leonard Bastin) — How's Weather for Flying? 
For Very Little Folks: 

Letters. Verse. Illustrated by Edna A. Cooke Hilda W. Smith 180 

Brother Elk and the Bunny Family Celebrate Christmas 

Drawing by L. J. Bridgman. 

St. Nicholas League. With Awards of Prizes for Stories, Poems, Drawings, 

Photographs, and Puzzles. Illustrated. 182 

The Letter-Box 190 

The Riddle-Box 191 

St. Nicholas Stamp Page. Conducted by Samuel R. Simmons . . . Advertising Page 52 

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Entered as Second Class Mail Matter, June 19, 1879, at the Post Office at New York, under the Act of March 
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By Maurice Maeterlinck 

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Shasta of the Wolves 

By Olaf Baker 

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Patty and Azalea 

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Boy's Life of 
Theodore Roosevelt 


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Story of 
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"Teddy's" guide in the Maine 
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The Heart of 


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The Fairy 


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What was the use of rainy day 
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is fascinating. Illustrated. Price $2.S0. 


Herein the great naturalist, in story- 
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daughter, a plucky, pretty girl 
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Sally and her little sister Another perplexing and 
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• ■.• .1 r . Story in which Melissa and a 
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. , little boy in the grand house 

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Elliott is the unusual name of the quite unusual heroine 
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is different from what she has been accustomed to. She 
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The story of a modern 
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The author has caught in 
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Illustrated. $1.50. 

in Vermont, where everything 
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"Nearing the Summit" Illustra- 
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Betsy Lane is the sweet little red-headed heroine of 
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The compilers of this book 
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Boy Scouts in the Wilderness 


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the final outcome of the challenge. 
Illustrated Price $1.50 

"The Gondola iuried itself once 
more in thr dan caves." Illustration 
from '•Blue Magic" by Edith UalUnger 

* ^ ■ 

Blue Magic 


There is no friendship that can quite 
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Copyright, 1919, by The Century Co. All rights reserved 

Land of the High Heart and the Open Hand, 
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A CARRIAGE, the first ever seen in Alta, Cali- 
fornia, — upholstered in shiny black leather and 
drawn by two black ponies, quite as glossy, 
driven by a stalwart young Indian, — had drawn 
up before the hacienda at the Rancho del 

It was a day in early summer, about a cen- 
tury ago. But how little the beauty of a day 
changes from century to century ! Customs 
change, and manners, and the very face of 
the old world alters, but a June day is never 
old-fashioned. There was a little breeze stir- 
ring the green leaves of the grape-vine, the 
sun shone warmly, and beyong the long adobe 
ranch-house the mountains swam in blue mist. 

It might have been a June day in the Cali- 
fornia we know, yet who are these people des- 
cending from that imposing equipage ? They 
are not of our time, certainly. They are 
strange, picturesquely dressed in bright colors, 
and agreeably romantic looking. 

Don Fernando Medrano leaned a little stiff- 
ly on his manzanita walking-stick. He was 
tall, with immense dignity. He paused, as he 
stepped from the carriage, and removing his 
sombrero, which was ornamented elegantly 
with gilt braid, he endeavored to brush the 
dust from it with his sleeve. His hair shone 

like silver in the almost tropical sunshine. 

"Ah, you are afraid of what Josefa will 
say !" exclaimed the lady who followed him, in 
a teasing voice. 

It was his sister Dona Serafina Valencia. 
She was quite old and remarkably withered, 
yet she sprang lightly from the carriage with- 
out assistance, adjusted her bonnet, and looked 
about her with keen, sparkling glances. She 
reminded one of a little bird, she was so 
quick, her eyes were so round and bright. 

Lastly, a tall, graceful girl alighted from the 
carriage. A typical Spanish beauty was Dona 
Ysabella Medrano, with a patrician nose, a 
skin of creamy whiteness, like the petals of the 
magnolia. Her eyes, dreamy and dark, were 
shadowed by long lashes, and her black hair, 
demurely parted and looped over her ears, gave 
her face a quaint dignity. She was Don Fer- 
nando's eldest daughter and resembled him. 
For Don Fernando, too, had that splendid 
nose. And so had his sister Doiia Serafina. 
In Don Fernando's face, which had grown 
thin and narrow with the passing years, it 
rather resembled the prow of a ship; in Aunt 
Serafina's, it was like a dainty beak and only 
added to the birdlike impression. 

Dofia Ysabella had hardly stepped from the 
carriage before she was violently clasped in 
the arms of — was it a woodland fairy, a Cas- 
tilian dryad, perhaps, who had appeared sud- 




denly in the doorway, under the little guardian 
Madonna — a woodland fairy in a green dress? 
No, it was merely Felisa Medrano, but we will 
take a good look at her immediately, or as 
soon as we have seen who is just behind her, 
almost filling the doorway with her large bulk. 

It is old Josefa, the family nurse (and ty- 
rant), who lifts her plump hands in astonish- 
ment and reproof. Who, her expression plain- 
ly says, would have ventured to travel through 
the lonely mountain pass between Santa Bar- 
bara and the rancho, with only a single Indian 
as body-guard, but Dona Serafina and her 
brother Don Fernando? A pair of children, 
certainly ! As if traveling back and forth on 
the stage, under suitable protection, were not 
bad enough ! Would Don. Fernando — see the 
dust on his hat — never forget that he was no 
longer a young and adventurous caballero ! 
The mountains were infested with bandidos. 
What would Aunt Serafina do in the presence 
of a desperado armed to the teeth — the re- 
doubtable El Senor Carlos, for instance? 
thought Josefa, grimly. 

And while she is thinking all this, we are 
looking at little Felisa Medrano. One can 
see that the two girls, Felisa and the fair 
Ysabella, are sisters. But where is the nose? 
It has missed Felisa entirely ; for that, at 
times, is the whim of family noses, however 
famous. Felisa herself had often wondered 
at the omission, as she regarded those an- 
cient portraits, brought from Spain, of stiff 
ancestresses in still stiffer garments, upon the 
walls of her father's house. Every face had 
its version of the nose. It was positively 

"No, Felisa mia, you will never be a beau- 
ty," Josefa, the old nurse (who was the only 
mother Felisa ever remembered) was fond of 

And Felisa would feel her small nose, and 
admit that it was hopeless. 

For the famous nose was an inheritance as 
real — in a family which prided itself upon a 
worthy and admirable past — as some others 
of which we are to hear in this story. Yet 
Felisa, you would agree with me, had man- 
aged to be pretty without it. She would 
never be a beauty, that is true (Josefa was 
right). But her warm, almost golden, color- 
ing reminded one agreeably of a Gold of 
Ophir rose. And she had a smile that was 
all her own, which dimpled her mouth de- 
liciously at the corners, which lit her dark 
eyes with little sparkling gleams like stars, 
which even gave that most plebeian nose a 

whimsical, inquiring tilt and tempted many 
people to kiss her immediately. 

"Ysabella mid'!" she cried, embracing her 
sister fervently. 

Then she flung herself into the arms of the 
little old lady, exclaiming, "Thou hast been 
gone such a long time. Aunt Serafina !" 

Doiia Valencia pretended that she must 
stand on tiptoe to embrace her youngest 
niece, who had grown so tall during her ab- 
sence. She herself was very small. She had 
tiny hands and feet, and was so slender that 
a puff of wind might blow her away. 

And at once the little girl thought of what 
Josefa had so often said, in a tone of solemn 
warning to her nurslings, Ysabella and Fe- 
lisa, "Thy Aunt Serafina is too fond of chillies 
ever to have grown up properly." 

Dona Serafina Valencia kissed Felisa in 
dainty little pecks, first her cheeks, then her 

"Is there not a kiss for me also?" inquired 
Don Fernando, looking down the Medrano 
nose anxiously. "I, too, have been gone a 
long time." 

"But not far away to the City of Mexico, 
like Aunt Serafina 1" protested Felisa. 

She put her arms about her father's neck, 
pressing her face against his cheek. Then, 
looking at him intently, she exlaimed, "But, 
papa mia, thou dost look weary!" (A senti- 
ment which Josefa promptly echoed, with 
prodigious snifYs.) 

Don Fernando settled with a sigh in his 
familiar worn chair in the patio, removed his 
hat, and mopped his moist brow with a red 
silk handkerchief. He had been wonderfully 
jolted upon that three-hour drive from Santa 
Barbara in the new carriage, which had no 
springs. But he was not one to complain ; 
he merely smiled and went on mopping. 

Aunt Serafina laughed. "Felisa, thy poor 
papa — no wonder he looks weary !" She 
shook her ear-rings lugubriously. "He has 
been robbed, my precious one !" 

"Cielo! It is just as I thought!" cried Jo- 
sefa, before Felisa could find her voice. "The 
minute I looked upon thy papa / knew it had 
happened !" 

"Do not interrupt me, Josefa, and I shall 
explain everything," said Aunt Serafina. 

"Yes, I am fat and old and know nothing!" 
Josefa burst out, with offended pride. "No 
one listens to what I say ! And look what 
happens ! You are robbed I" 

She shrugged her shoulders impressively 
and fanned herself with her apron. 



Aunt Serafina lifted her delicate eye-brows 
and sighed a Httle. 

"Yes. It was sure to happen one day or 
another," she agreed seriously. "For all the 
world," she continued, "know of the treas- 
ures of the Medranos — our pearls, our gold 
and silver plate, our honor, our pride, our 
nose, even ! And there are those who would 
rob us of them all, dear Josefa, and of other 
treasures as well. What would you, when 
one meets with the most wicked bandido in all 
the Californias— " 

"El Senor Carlos!" It was Felisa this 
time who had interrupted Dona Serafina. 

Aunt Serafina laughed again, and drew 
Felisa close to her. "No, my child, one yet 
more formidable than the great Carlos him- 
self — a certain Don Felipe Alvarez. He has 
stolen — what do you think — one of the treas- 
ures of the Medranos ! Yes, he has robbed 
us — of Ysabella !" 

"But she is here !" cried Josefa, appearing 
from beneath the apron, and staring at the 
young lady in question as though to discover 
whether or not she were real flesh and blood. 

"Yes, until San Antonia de Padua's Day," 
replied Dona Valencia, with a little smile of 
complacency, "when there is to be a grand 
wedding at the house of Uncle Pedro and 
Aunt Serafina in Santa Barbara ! Life is so 
dull at times! So what could be more de- 
lightful? All the world will be there, Josefa, 
and thou hadst best begin baking the tortoni 

For once, Josefa was rendered speechless. 
She looked almost tearfully at Ysabella. Her 
nursling to be married ! And only twelve 
days ago, when the child and her father had 
departed on their innocent little expedition to 
greet Don Pedro and Doiia Serafina, no one 
had ever heard of this Don Felipe Alvarez ! 
Poor Josefa clasped Ysabella against her 
broad bosom, which heaved with sighs. 

Aunt Serafina delighted in the sensation 
her news had caused. 

"Come, I will tell you the whole story, for 
it was my fault," she acknowledged, looking 
from one to another with a whimsical ex- 
pression in her bright eyes. 

She settled gracefully into a chair, and 
fanned herself with a gauzy little black fan. 

"When one returns from a journey," she 
began, "one should always bring home some- 
thing for the children. Is it not so, Felisa 

By way of answer, Felisa fell upon her 
aunt's neck, crying, "Oh Aunt Serafina !" 

and kissed her like an enthusiastic puppy, and 
jumped up and down. And Nino, the old 
house-dog, began to bark; and Tito, the big 
yellow cat, asleep in the corner, rose with an 
injured expression, and walked away waving 
his plumy tail and thinking: "One never 
does have anything hut a cat-nap at the 
Rancho del Pazo. The abode of peace, in- 
deed ! It 's anything but peaceful." 

Out of the corner of her eye, Felisa saw 
that Bonifacio, the young Indian, was remov- 
ing a large, interesting parcel from the car- 
riage. What could it contain ! In another 
moment it had been opened, and, enraptured, 
she was gazing upon the most beautiful dress 
she had ever seen — a dress made for a prin- 
cess, or yv'as it the garment of a fairy, woven 
of moonshine and rose petals? 

"Oh, Aunt Serafina !" she cried again, once 
more threatening to overwhelm the little old 
lady with her embraces. 

"What would you ?" said Aunt Serafina, 
beaming. "It is only my pleasure — to bring 
home something for the children. And what 
treasures one can find in that wonderful city 
which was once," she sighed, "my home ! No 
wonder that thy Uncle Pedro prefers to keep 
me in Santa Barbara, when there are no shops 
worthy of the name ! The bureaus, Felisa 
mia! The laces! The ear-rings! Carriages! 
Bonnets! The little si ippers ! Fans ! Vests 
of yellow satin ! Even the bronze horseman 
in the Square cannot be indifferent. Pie 
looks straight down into the window of a 
shop where an old man with but one tooth in 
his head, and that as white as a tombstone, 
sells shawls. A shawl for my Ysabella — 
that is the inspiration of thy Aunt Serafina!" 

Dofia Valencia paused to take breath, and 
then exclaimed, "It was to be the most beau- 
tiful shawl in the Americas !" 

Her expression of solemnity, her sigh, the 
trembling of her big black-jet ear-rings de- 
manded sympathy from her hearers for what 
was to come, had there HOt been such a 
twinkle lurking in her bright eyes. 

"'So? Next week I shall have it for you,' 
said the old shopkeeper, obligingly. At the 
same time he showed me what he had. There 
was one, Felisa mia, vermilion with black 
roses, so exquisite that I declare to you I 
lost my heart to it immediately. Yet would 
one not wait for the most beautiful shawl in 
the Americas, since it is promised? Mean- 
while the days pass all too quickly. I have 
bought two bureaus (what delight I take in 
them, my child, with their secret drawers. 






where one may hide away one's jewels and 
one's love-letters!), a bonnet, and the new 
carriage. Thy dress is completed to the last 
stitch. For Maddelena Gomez I have chosen 
a little spaiking fan; for her sister Dolores, 
a tall comb; for Pedro Perez, thy uncle's 
name-child, who kisses one so solemnly, a 
toy lamb with a black nose — you shall see it. 
I have forgotten no one. But the shawl ! 
Alas ! the shawl of the Americas ! Every 
day it is promised. Every day it has not 

Poor Aunt Serafina sighed. Her dolorous 
expression would have wrung a heart of 

"And then" (the very feathers in the new 
bonnet seemed to droop in sympathy) "one 
hears suddenly — there is not time even to 
wash one's face — that the Santa Maria is to 
sail from San Bias sooner than we had ex- 
pected. The messenger is breathless. The 
diligcncia, my child, is at the door, as it were ! 
Yet my one thought is— no gift for my Ysa- 
bella ! Ciclo ! I shall have to buy the ver- 
milion shawl, after all. I ran through the 
streets, — every one stares at me, — past the 
equestrian statue, to the little shop. And it is 
gone ! There is nothing — no present for my 
Ysabella ! 'Yes, Dona Valencia' (how the 
white tooth gleamed ! I shall always remember 
it!), 'the wife of the governor purchased it but 
yesterday!' I am dazed; who would not be? 
I stand there in the shop as though turned to 
stone. No gift for my Ysabella ! Uncle Pedro 
appears in the doorway. His face is red, his 
cravat under one ear. He has run all the way 
after me. A crowd is gathering. Uncle Pedro 
takes my arm roughly. 'We will miss the 
boat, do you hear?' I am thrown into the 
coach, into that ill-smelHng, dark interior. I 
weep. Of what use are tears? But there is no 
gift for my poor Ysabella — unless" — Aunt 
Serafina paused once more to get breath — "I 
should give her one of the bureaus." 

"And did you?" asked Felisa, and she looked 
at her sister as if half expecting Ysabella to 
produce a bureau, triumphantly from some 
place of concealment about her person. 

But Aunt Serafina smiled, and crossed her 
small feet upon old Nino's back (he made an 
obliging footstool), remarking, "Ah, but, 
Felisa, all young ladies desire something 
ornamentai !" and went on with her story. 

"How I wept," she continued, "as I leaned 
in the dimness of the coach against what I 
supposed was thy Uncle Pedro's shoulder ! 
Yet suddenly som.ething tells me that the 

shoulder is an unfamiliar one! Cieto ! It be- 
longs not to thy uncle, but to a young and 
charming caballero. Yet he is not a stranger. 
I have waltzed with him at the governor's 
ball, where we had discoursed pleasantly — was 
it not? — of bureaus. He is all sympathy, and 
to him I confide the cause of my sorrow : 'I 
have no gift for my Ysabella.' 

"A ray of sunshine penetrates into the in- 
terior of the diligcncia, and the young man 
smiles upon me ; an idea is reflected upon his 
charming countenance. 

" 'Doiia Serafina, take me !' 

"What ! Shall I take thee as a present for 
my Ysabella? 

" 'Even so, Doiia Serafina. Take me with 
the bureaus.' 

"And even then," said Aunt Serafina, com- 
placently, "I reflect — he is most suitable, 
much more so than the shawl bought by the 
wife of the governor." 

"God guard us. Dona Serafina !" It was 
Josefa. Her voice was husky with emotion, 
and she wiped her eyes in an obtrusive man- 
ner upon her apron. 

Aunt Serafina laughed lightly. (Naughty 
Aunt Serafina!) "Yes, it was my fault," she 
exclaimed, with a mock sigh and a shrug ot 
her slim shoulders. "But, then, one must al- 
ways bring home something to the children !" 

Felisa's eyes danced as she gazed at her 
aunt and then at the fair Ysabella. 

"So that was what you brought to Ysabella !" 

"Yes, and a very nice present Don Felipe 
makes, as you shall see, for a young lady," 
said Dona Valencia, emphasizing her remark 
with piquant, birdlike nods and glances. "So 
ornamental ! So much more suitable than the 
vermilion shawl bought by the wife of the 

"Aunt Serafina," Felisa began. 

"Tell me — did you wrap Don Felipe in paper 
and tie him with pretty ribbons, like a real 
])resent ?" she inquired. 

At that moment Felisa positively, with her 
impish expression, resembled her incorrigible 

"What a pity I did not think of it !" cried 
Aunt Serafina. 

"But you gave her a choice?" 

"A choice?" Aunt Serafina did not under- 

"I mean," exclaimed her niece, with delib- 
eration, "it was to be Don Felipe or a bureau. 
was it not ?" 

"Exactly. Well, she preferred him to a 




bureau, preciosa mia! One should akvays 
bring home something to the children !" said 
Aunt Serafina again. But the bureaus have 
come in for very little attention — charming 
bureaus, inlaid v^^ith mother-of-pearl and small 

Ysabella bent down and kissed the little old 

"Oh, how frivolous you are. Aunt Serafina !" 

"a dancing, skipping reflection looked up at her 
OUT OP THE shallow basin." 

she scolded. "You will never grow up ! You 
are no older than Felisa this very moment — 
and naughty. Just to think how you have 
nearly frightened Josefa out of her wits, telling 
her that poor Papa had been robbed !" 

"But it is true; he is a terrible robber," 
replied Aunt Serafina, undaunted. "He will 
steal thy heart, too, Felisa, and even than of 
Josefa, who is so afraid of bandidos." 

She rose, kissed both her nieces affectionate- 
ly, and prodded Bonifacio (who had gone to 
sleep in the sun on the carriage step) with 
her parasol. 

"Wake up, Bonifacio. We must return to 
Santa Barbara — to Don Pedro and the bu- 
reaus. Such sweet bureaus, Felisa mia!" 

And Aunt Serafina adjusted her bonnet, a 
tall affair with majestic feathers and twink- 
ling bead ornaments, a scandal to the ladies of 
Santa Barbara, who still wore the enveloping 
mantilla, or rebozo. Into the carriage, dis- 
daining Don Fernando's hand, she sprang 
lightly, settled herself upon the creaking 
cushions, and^ raised a small greenish yellow 
sunshade, witn a flounce of black lace. It cast 
a ghastly pallor upon her face. 

"That is what happens," Josefa whispered 
in Felisa's ear, "when one, eats too many 
chilis !" 

The carriage creaked in its newness of 
leather. Bonifacio flapped his reins proudly, 
and the little black ponies curved their glossy 

Aunt Serafina threw a kiss to Felisa. 
"Adios! I shall see thee next at the wedding 
fiesta in they new dress." 
Felisa sighed happily. 

"Aunt Serafina brings one very nice pre- 
sents, does she not, Ysabella?" she said to her 
sister when at last the carriage had disap- 
peared behind the madrofio-trees. 

"I am perfectly satisfied with mine," laughed 
Ysabella, embracing her little sister. "Cielo ! 
and it might have been a shawl — or even a 
bureau !" 



It was three days later — that much nearer to 
San Antonio de Padua's Day. 

Felisa was laughing gleefully to herself as 
she hopped on one foot around the fountain. 
A dancing, skipping reflection looked up at 
her out of the shallow basin — an elf with flying, 
short black hair, with dark blots for eyes, and 
a flash of white teeth, all amusingly distort- 
ed, with no nose at all, as far as one could 

And what was that ! She paused. Another 
head had appeared in the picture. Ah, it was 
only good old Nino behind her, wagging his 
tail, regarding her with moist eyes. She 
clasped him around the neck, and he kissed 
her impudently. 

"I am sure he must be much nicer than a 
bureau," she remarked suddenly. Of course, 
she referred to Don Felipe Alvarez, that de- 
lightful "present" Aunt Serafina had brought 
to Ysabella. "And to-day we shall see for 
ourselves, Nino." 

And Felisa resumed her joyous skipping on 
the other foot. 


Suddenly a head appeared at a small win- 
dow in the adobe wall — Josefa's head, en- 
veloped in a preposterous purple-crimson re- 

"Malcdictc ! thou wilt certainly destroy thy 
clean dress before Don Felipe Alvarez sets 
foot in the patio, my child ! Thou wilt take 
a great tumble into the fountain there, or else 
tear thy skirt on the rose-bush. God gave 
thee two good feet to stand upon. Do so, or 
else," Josefa, always a prophet of disaster 
continued, "something is sure to happen." 

Pelisa stood upon both feet, demurely 
smoothing out her skirts. 

"Indeed, Josefa, I am being very careful. 
Not a bow is disarranged. See? Is it time 
yet?" she asked. 

"For the stage? Malcdicte !" Josefa re- 
plied, with exasperation. "I should hope not. 
I am about to arrange the hem of thy sister's 

Felisa looked in through the doorway. Over 
it, in her serenity, stood the little Madonna in 
her niche. She had been standing there in all 
weathers ever since Doiia Concepcion Menen- 
dez, the mother of Ysabella and Felisa, had 
come to the rancho as a bride. The folds of 
her gown had lost all but a little of their orig- 
inal splendor of silver and blue. She was 
made of wood, clumsily carved, but for all 
that she had a benignant expression. "La Paz 
sea en csta casa." — Peace be to this house, — 
was carved in quaint lettering beneath her 
feet, on the lintel of the door. To-day she 
cast her benediction upon a very worldly af- 
fair indeed, as affairs went at the Rancho del 

The big table in the center of the room was 
covered with silks, laces fine as a cobweb, 
glittering embroideries in gold and silver. 
What a patch of color they made in the big 
bare room ! The old portraits on the walls 
seemed to look down their noses with astonish- 

Presently Ysabella Medrano entered, with 
the air of a queen, though she could not re- 
frain from laughing a little over her shoulder. 
One must not take the occasion too solemnly, 
though one was hardly blessed with the levity, 
perhaps, of Aunt Serafina, for it zvas an occa- 
sion. Ysabella was wearing her wedding- 

She walked with a slow and dignified step, 
as though already marching to music. Her 
proud little head, with its wings of black hair, 
was surmounted with a tall fanlike comb of 
lortoise-shell. Little ruffles of lace lay on her 

shoulders like butterfly wings. She was ready 
for flight ! 

"You are a beautiful white peacock, Ysabel- 
la !" cried Felisa, clasping her hands in ad- 

The bride's train spread out behind her, a 
foam of shimmering, silver-flecked whiteness. 
Yes, a white peacock ; or was it not like the 
spread of the waves as they broke (one saw 
them from Uncle Pedro's house) upon the 
beach at Santa Barbara ? 

"I beg of you !" — the ever watchful Josefa 
was behind her, — "another minute, and it is 
ruined !" 

She caught the train up from the floor, fear- 
ful lest a speck of dust mar its white purity. 
She had made the dress for Ysabella. 

Ysabella surveyed herself in the mirror, 
turning this way and that, smiling at the re- 
flection. No wonder she was in a mood of 
m.elting gratitude. 

"Thanks to thee, dear Josefa," she said, 
patting the crimson rebozo, "I shall look — 
well, a little worthy of the Medrano Inherit- 
ance !" 

"Thou wilt wear" — Josefa lowered her 
voice mysteriously — "the pearls?" 

"So my father has promised." 

"The gold and silver, then, is to come to 
light — after all these years !" Josefa still 
spoke in whispers. 

Ysabella nodded, her fingers on her lips. 

"Why are you so pale, Josefa?" Felisa asked 
suddenly, bending her head to peer curiously 
into the old woman's face. 

"Ay de mi!" Josefa crossed herself. "One 
never knows. One never knows," she re- 
peated lugubriously. 

Arid Felisa thought, "Josefa is afraid of 
the bandidos." 

A pat here, a pull there, sideway glances 
from her long, dark eyes — Ysabella was clear- 
ly, openly, flirting with her reflection in the 
mirror ! 

"Ciclo !" cried Josefa, who was either all 
praise or all blame, according to the occasion, 
"Thou art like an angel from heaven !" 

She descended, with laborious signs, on her 
knees before the vision. 

"Maledicte ! thou art not saying thy pray- 
ers to me, Josefa !" Ysabella cried, looking 
over her shoulder in pretended astonishment 
and distress. 

Indeed, Josefa very much resembled a hum- 
ble suppliant before some holy shrine. 

The old woman chuckled. 

"What would you ?" she mumbled, — her 




mouth was full of pins, — "I am arranging the 
hem here." 

"Maledicte ! Stand still, Dona Ysabella, 
I beg of you. Now I have lost a pin, and there 
are but seven left of the twelve Doiia Serafina 
gave to thee on thy birthday." 

"Perhaps thou hast swallowed one," sug- 
gested Felisa, helpfully. 

"Heaven forbid! Alas! I would rather 
swallow the leather boots of my grandmother, 
which I am to wear to the wedding," cried 

and thinks of the greedy bandidos who would 
no doubt give everything in the world to get 
their clutches upon it. Pearls, and gold and 
silver plate are not to be sniffed at. Already 
all the world of Alta California knows their 
history and stirs at the well-founded rumor 
that these splendors, not seen since the death 
of Dona Concepcion Medrano (she wore the 
pearls at her wedding in Santa Barbara, just 
as her daughter — how time flies ! — is to wear 
them upon a similar occasion on Saint An- 
tonia de Padua's Day), are to see the light of 


poor Josefa, to Felisa's shrieking delight, 
"than so useful a— no ! Praise Heaven ! here 
it is in a crack." And she recovered the miss- 
ing pin between thumb and finger. 

Felisa lingered in the doorway. A warm 
breeze lifted a strand of her short dark hair 
and blew it across her forehead. The after- 
noon was so still that she could almost ima- 
gine that the little wind from over Santa Ynes 
brought upon it the echo of the sweet-toned 
bells in the Mission of Santa Barbara, even a 
whiff of the sea, mingled with the heavy sweet- 
ness of the magnolia in Aunt Serafina's garden. 

"And yet — I am really awake," Felisa 
thought, "and nothing could make me any 
happier," a sensible point of view; but she 
was wrong, as you shall see. 

And the Medrano Inheritance ! With a lit- 
tle shock, Fel'sa remembered it, and scolded 
herself, "To think that I had almost forgotten 
our Inheritance !" 

We are to hear much of the Medrano In- 
heritance in this story, so it is time that we 
should know something about it. When it is 
mentioned, one speaks in whispers, like Josefa, 

day again. It is whispered that tortillas are 
twice as delicious when eaten from a silver 
plate, that it gives, for instance, to the wing 
of a chicken a flavor almost divine ! And 
when one's lips are pressed to the golden rim 
of the famous goblet, one staggers not from 
the intoxication of the ambrosial beverage, 
but — what would you? — because the flagon is 
so heavy. And we shall see presently for our- 
selves that it is all true, because Dofia Ysabel- 
la is to be married, and everybody is going to 
the wedding who is able to walk. 

As befitted a Medrano, Felisa thought of 
these things with a certain pride and no little 
curiosity. She herself had never seen the In- 
heritance. She had the vaguest idea of its 
history. In some way it was connected with a 
queen. The more she thought of it, the more 
curious she became, the more impatient to 
know all that was to be known of this Inherit- 
ance of the Medranos. 

Past Ysabella, in the gleaming white dress, 
her eyes wandered as she stood in the door- 
way, to the old portraits on the wall — that row 
of dignified forebears. 



And there were the pearls, painted always 
with painstaking care, displayed in every por- 
trait; for were they not the proudest posses- 
sion of the Medranos? 

There was beautiful Doiia Maria Narcissa, 
to whom they had been given. The necklace 
trailed from her thin little hand. She looked 
anxious, as though the responsibility were al- 
most too great for one so small and timid ! 
But not so with her successor, Dofia Maria 
Ysabella. That haughty lady looked one 
straight in the eye ; indeed, Felisa had been 
accustomed since infancy to feel the eye of 
Dona Maria Ysabella somewhat uncomfort- 
ably fixed upon herself, especially when she 
forgot her manners. Dona Maria Ysabella 
wore the pearls three times wound about her 

plump throat. And here was Don Maria Jose. 
He could not, preserving his manly dignity, 
wear the pearls, but in one hand he held the 
goblet, in the other, the famous necklace. He 
seemed continually to be offering them to some 
one outside the picture. Perhaps it was to his 
daughter, — Felisa's grandmother, — whose dark 
eyes reminded the little girl strangely now of 
Ysabella, now of herself. They reposed, the 
pearls, in the dark tresses of Dona Narcissa 
Felisa Ysabella Maria — the name had grown 
longer as the necklace, it is to be confessed, 
grew a little shorter. 

The portraits seemed to smile upon her mys- 
teriously, and she said to herself, "Papa will 
tell me about you, and you, and you, and our In- 
heritance, and in a day or two I shall see it !" 

(To be continued) 



Now here 's the way that good St. Nick 

Has always looked to me : 
Well mufHed in a scarlet coat 

That reaches to his knee. 
His cheeks as plump and round and red 

As the reddist plum could be ; 
With whiskers floating out behind 

Like cotton in the air, 
And underneath his tassled cap 

A rim of wooly hair. 
Ah, can't you see him? Bless his heart! 

If I could have my pick. 
Of all the saints of all the days, 
I 'd cling to good St. Nick. 

He has a spanking reindeer team — 

Of that we need no proof. 
For have n't we all heard them go 

Trit-trotting o'er the roof? 
And St- Nick scales the chimney-shaft. 

And brushes off the drift, 
And then comes hurtling downward 

Like a giant chimney-swift. 
Of course, he might come in the door, 

Quite decorous and grand, 
But I hope he keeps to chimneys 
Just as long as chimneys stand. 

He comes a-stealing in at night, and never waits to knock. 
And chuckles softly as he fills each stocking and each sock. 
And then hops nimbly in his sleigh and flourishes his whip. 
And I hope that every Christmas-tide he makes a longer trip. 
Till every child in every land may claim him for a friend ! 
And, oh, I hope he lives — and lives — until the world shall end! 

tiKr JiUcnhm of fKr Koti 



Then he [Arthur'} put on his corset, fashioned of steel, that an elvish 
smith made with his excellent craft; . . . His sword he hung by his 
side; it was wrought in Avclon with magic craft. A helm he set on his 
head, high of steel; . . . He hung on his neck a precious shield; . . . 
His spear he took in hand, . . . and then leapt he on his steed, the 
fairest knight that ever host should lead; never saw any man better 
knight none, than Arthur he was, noblest of race! 

Layamon's Brut. 

IHE High Hall towers were fallen, fallen! The garden was waste and sere; 
The lord of the manor far away fought bravely with sword and spear. 
His lady had bound her brows with white, and served with her gentle hand; 
For the harbor gates had been forced at last, and the foe was inr the land. 

Now weary, weary, along the way the Wondering Boy trudged on ; 
The teardrops dried on his pallid cheeks, and his breath was almost gone. 
Afar behind him and far ahead stretched the wide, gray, lonesome moor; 
But he came to a fair round hill at last, and he knocked at the low green door. 

The door sprang back, and a Knight stood there, in glittering armor drest:' 
White were his faery shield and sword, his casque and his floating crest. 
"Sir Knight," said the Boy, "to England's aid !" Then his tired knees gave way. 
"O dear little son of a dear, dear land, I have waited long this day !" 

At his side stood a white steed, silver-shod, and the Knight sprang swift to his back, 
With a tender arm round the Wondering Boy as they leaped up the airy track. 
"Sir Knight," said the Boy, "we be two good men, but the foe come thousands strong." 
The Knight was smiling. "Look back," he said, "and see how our comrades throng." 





And, lo ! from the corners of the sky they caiTie in a shining train, 
The vaHant Knights of King Arthur's court : Iscawndred and Owain, 
Peredur, Kay, and the glorious host no land can match for might: 
Bright-armed they rode, and the vaulted sky was filled with a dazzling light. 

Brightest among them the White Knight shone, and the Boy cried suddenly: 
"Are you King Arthur, the great High King?" "I ani Arthur," answered he. 
While up from the host went a mighty shout, a paean of wild acclaim, 
"Arthur !" Ringing from lifted shields, "Arthur !" the echoes came. 

Far to the east stretched the English line, where faint, war-wearied men 
Barred with their swords the English ways; but they stood as one to ten 
Before the march of the hostile hordes, line upon steely line, 
Gray as the dust and thick as the dust, their eager swords a-shine. 

One side was a fair broad water spread, with shadowy ships in wait; 

One side lay the fields and the flowered lanes of England's dear estate; 

Beyond were the quiet English homes, bowered in moonlit green, 

Where children slept in their curtained beds, while their fathers stood between. 

Knee to knee with the crowding foes, backward and backward pressed, 
Till at last their thin-worn line gave way, and a path lay w'.de to the west ; 
But while each man to his neighbor turned in a fear that found no speech, 
There came the rush of a mighty wind, and Arthur stood in the breach ! 

High overhead rang joyous cries as his knightly legions came. 
The English echoed the shouts below when they heard that magic name : 
"Arthur is with us, the great l^igh King! Arthur himself comes back!" 
The air was filled with a cloudy fire, and they spurred to a fresh attack. 

Nothing the strangers saw or heard ; they were dulled of sense and soul ; 
Only they knew that the scattered band once more was a glowing whole ; 
Only they felt that this new-found strength was a force that could not yield; 
And seized with a sudden nameless fear, they fled from the battle-field. 

They swam to their ships and sailed away to some far, outlandish shore; 

And the men of England went home again, to waken in dread no more ; 

For on every headland and shining peak stood, silvered in sentinel lights. 

The white-mailed warders of lasting peace — the King and his English Knight^ 



Wolf was a collie, red-gold and white of 
coat, with a shape more like his long-ago 
wolf ancestors' than like a domesticated dog's. 
It was from this ancestral throw-back that he 
was named Wolf. 

He looked not at all like his great sire, Lad, 
nor like his dainty, thoroughbred mother. 
Lady. Nor was he like them in any other way, 
except that he inherited old Lad's stanchly 
gallant spirit and loyalty. No, in traits as 
well as in looks, he was more wolf than dog. 
He almost never barked, his snarl supplying 
all vocal needs. 

The Mistress or the Master or the Boy — any 
of these three could romp with him, roll him 
over, tickle him, or subject him to all sorts of 
playful indignities. And Wolf entered glee- 
fully into the fun of the romp. But let any 
human besides these three, lay a hand on his 
slender body, and a snarling plunge for the 
offender's throat was Wolf's invariable reply 
to the caress. 

It had been so since his puppyhood. He did 
not fly at accredited guests, nor, indeed, pay 
any heed to their presence, so long as they kept 
their hands off him. But to all of these the 
Boy was forced to say at the very outset of 
the visit : 

"Pat Lad and Bruce all you want to, but 
leave Wolf alone. He does n't care for 

Then, to prove his own immunity, the Boy 
would proceed to tumble Wolf about, to the 
delight of them both. 

In romping with humans whom they love, 
most dogs will bite more or less gently, — or 
pretend to bite, — as a part of the game. Wolf 
never did. In his wildest and roughest romps 
with the Boy or with the Boy's parents, Wolf 
did not so much as open his mighty jaws. Per- 
haps because he dared not trust himself to 
bite gently. Perhaps because he realized that 
a bite was not a joke, but an effort to kill. 

There had been only one exception to Wolf's 
hatred for mauling at strangers' hands. A 
man came to The Place on a business call, 
bringing along a two-year-old daughter. The 
Master warned the baby that she must not go 
near Wolf, although she might pet any of the 
other collies. Then he became so much in- 
terested in the business talk that he and his 
guest forgot all about the child. 

Ten minutes later, the Master chanced to 
shift his gaze to the far end of the room, and 
he broke off, with a gasp, in the very middle of 
a sentence. 

The baby was seated astride Wolf's back, 
her tiny heels digging into the dog's sensitive 
ribs, and each of her chubby fists gripping one 
of his ears. Wolf was lying there, with an 
idiotically happy grin on his face and wagging 
his tail in ecstasy. 

No one knew why he had submitted to the 
baby's tugging hands, except because she was 
a baby, and because the gallant heart of the 
dog had gone out to her helplessness. 

Wolf was the official watch-dog of The 
Place, and his name carried dread to the loaf- 
ers and tramps of the regipn. Also, he was the 
Boy's own special dog. He had been born on 
the Boy's tenth birthday, five years before 
this story of ours begins, and ever since 
then the two had been inseparable chums. 

One sloppy afternoon in late winter. Wolf 
and the boy were sprawled, side by side, on 
the fur rug in front of the library fire. The 
Mistress and the Master had gone to town for 
the day. The house was lonely, and the two 
chums were left to entertain each other. 

The boy was reading a magazine. The dog 
beside him was blinking in drowsy comfort 
at the fire. Presently, finishing the story he had 
been reading, the Boy looked across at the 
sleepy dog. 

"Wolf," he said, "here 's a story about a 
dog. I think he must have been something 
like you. Maybe he was your great-great- 
great-great-grandfather, because he lived an 
awfully long time ago — in Pompeii. Ever hear 
of Pompeii ?" 

Now, the Boy was fifteen years old, and 
he had too much sense to imagine that Wolf 
could possibly understand the story he was 
about to tell him; but long since he had fallen 
into a way of talking to his dog, sometimes, 
as if to another human. It was fun for him 
to note the almost pathetic eagerness where- 
with Wolf listened and tried to grasp the 
meaning of what he was saying. Again and 
again, at sound of some familiar word or voice 
inflection, the collie would prick up his ears 
or wag his tail, as if in the joyous hope that 
he had at last found a clue to his owner's 


"one: minute LONGER" 


"You see," went on the Boy, "this clog lived owned him seems to have had a regular knack 

in Pompeii, as I told you. You 've never been for getting into trouble all the time. And his 

there. Wolf." dog was always on hand to gtt him out of it. 

Wolf was looking ud at the Boy in wistful It 's a true story, the magazine says. The 

"out over the slushy snow tub two started" (ses next page) 

excitement, seeking vainly to guess what was kid's father was so grateful to the dog that 
expected of him. he bought him a solid silver collar. Solid 

"And," continued the Boy, "the kid who silver! Get that, Wolfie?" 



Wolf did not "get it." But he wagged his 
tail hopefully, his eyes alight witli bewildered 

"And," said the Boy, "what do you suppose 
was engraved on the collar? Well, I '11 tell 
you : 'This dog has thrice saved his little mast- 
er from death. Once by fire, once by flood, 
and once at the hands of robbers!' How 's 
that for a record, Wolf? For one dog, too!" 

At the words "Wolf and "dog," the collie's 
tail smote the floor in glad comprehension. 
Then he edged closer to the Boy as the nar- 
rator's voice presently took on a sadder note. 

"But at last," resumed the Boy, "there came 
a time when the dog could n't save the kid. 
Mount Vesuvius erupted. All the sky was 
pitch-dark, as black as midnight, and Pom- 
peii was buried under lava and ashes. The 
dog might have got away by himself. — dogs 
can see in the dark, can't they. Wolf? — but 
he could n't get the kid away. And he would 
n't go without him. You would n't have gone 
without me, either, would you, Wolf? Pretty 
nearly two thousand years later, some people 
dug through the lava that eovered Pompeii. 
What do you suppose they found? Of course 
they found a whole lot of things. One of them 
was that dog — silver collar and inscription 
and all. He was lying at the feet of a child. 
It must have been the child he could n't save. 
He was one grand dog — ^hey. Wolf?" 

The continued strain of trying to understand 
began to get on the collie's high-strung nerves. 
He rose to his feet, quivering, and sought to 
lick the Boy's face, thrusting one upraised 
white fore paw at him in appeal for a hand- 
shake. The Boy slammed shut the magazine. 

"It 's slow in the house, here, with nothing 
to do," he said to his chum. "I 'm going up 
the lake with my gun to see if any wild ducks 
have landed in the marshes yet. It 's almost 
time for them. Want to come along?" 

The last sentence Wolf understood perfectly. 
On the instant, he was dancing with excite- 
ment at the prospect of a walk. Being a collie, 
he was of no earthly help in a hunting-trip ; 
but on such tramps, as everywhere else, he 
was the Boy's inseparable companion. 

Out over the slushy snow the two started, 
the boy with his light single-barreled shotgun 
slung over one shoulder, the dog trotting close 
at his heels. The March thaw was changing 
to a sharp freeze. The deep and soggy snow 
was crusted over, just thick enough to make 
walking a genuine difficulty for both dog and 

The Place was a promontory that ran out 

into the lake, on the opposite hank from the 
mile-distant village. Behind, across the high- 
road, lay the winter-choked forest. At the 
lake's northerly end, two miles beyond The 
Place, were the redy marshes where a month 
hence wild duck would congregate. Thither, 
with Wolf, the Boy plowed his way through 
the biting cold. 

The going was heavy and heavier. A quar- 
ter-mile below the marshes the Boy struck 
out across the upper corner of the lake. Here 
the ice was rotten at the top, where the thaw 
had nibbled at it, but beneath it was still a 
full eight inches thick, easily strong enough 
to bear the Boy's weight. 

Along the gray ice-field the two plodded. . 
The skim of water, which the thaw had 
spread an inch thick over the ice, had frozen 
in the day's cold spell. It crackled like broken 
glass as the chums walked over it. The Boy 
had on big hunting-boots, so, apart from the 
extra effort, the glass-like ice did not bother 
him. To Wolf it gave acute pain. The sharp 
particles were forever getting between the cal- 
lous black pads of his feet, pricking and cut- 
ting him acutely. 

Little smears of blood began to mark the 
dog's course; but it never occurred to Wolf 
to turn back, or to betray by any sign that he 
was suffering. It was all a part of the day's 
work — a cheap price to pay for the joy ox 
tramping with his adored young master. 

Then, forty yards or so on the hither side 
of the marshes. Wolf beheld a right amazing 
phenomenon. The Boy had been walking 
directly in front of him, gun over shoulder. 
With no warning at all, the youthful hunter 
fell, feet foremost, out of sight, through the 

The light shell of new-frozen water that 
covered the lake's thicker ice also masked an 
air-hole nearly three feet wide. Into this, as 
he strode carelessly along, the Boy had step- 
ped. Straight down he had gone, with all the 
force of his hundred-and-ten pounds and with 
all the impetus of his forward stride. 

Instinctively, he threw out his hands to re- 
store his balance. The only effect of this was 
to send the gun flying ten feet away. 

Down went the Boy through less than three 
feet of water (for the bottom of the lake at 
this point had started to slope upward toward 
the marshes) and through nearly two feet 
more of sticky marsh mud that underlay the 

His outflung hands struck against the ice 
on the edges of the air-hole, and clung there. 

Sputtering and gurgling, the Boy brought his 
head above the surface and tried to raise him- 
self, by his hands, high enough to wriggle out 
Aipon the surface of the ice. Ordinarily, this 
would have been simple enough for so strong 
a lad, but the glue-like mud had imprisoned 
his feet and the lower part of his legs and held 
them powerless. 

Try as he would, the Boy could not wrench 
himself free of the slough. The water, as he 
stood upright, was on a level with his mouth. 
The air-hole was too wide for him, at such 
a depth, to get a good purchase on its edges 
and lift himself bodily to safety. 

Gaining such a finger-hold as he could, he 
heaved with all his might, throwing every 
muscle of his body into the struggle. One leg 
was pulled almost free of the mud, but the 
other was driven deeper into it. And as the 
Boy's fingers slipped from the smoothly wet 

ice-edge, the attempt to restore his balance 
drove the free leg back, knee-deep into the 

Ten minutes of this hopeless fighting left the 
Boy panting and tired out. The icy water was 
numbing his nerves and chilling his blood into 
torpidity. His hands were without sense of 
feeling as far up as the wrists. Even if he 
could have shaken free his legs from the mud, 
now he had not strength enough left to crawl 
out of the hole. 

He ceased his uselessly frantic battle and 
stood dazed. Then he came sharply to him- 
self. For, as he stood, the water crept upward 
from his lips to his nostrils. He knew why 
the water seemed to be rising. It was not ris- 
ing. It was he who was sinking. As soon as 
he stopped moving the mud began very slowly, 
but very steadily, to suck him downward. 

This was not a quicksand, but it was a 




deep mud-bed, and only by constant motion 
could he avoid sinking fartlier and farther 
f'own into it. He had less than tv.-o inches to 
snare at best before the water should fill his 
nostrils; less than two inches of life, even 
•f he could keep the water down to the level 
of his lips. 

There was a moment of utter panic. Then 
.the Boy's brain cleared. IV.& only hope was 
to kep on fighting — to rest when he must for 
a moment or so, and then to renew his numbed 
[^rip on the ice-edge and try to pull his feet 
a few inches hijher out of the mud. He must 
c!() this as lonj as his chilled body could be 
scourged into obeying his will. 

He struggled again, but with virtually no 
result in raising himself. A second struggle, 
however, brought him chin-high above the 
water. He remembered confusedly that some 
of these earlier struggles had scarce budged 
him, while others had gained him two or three 
nches. Vaguely, he wondered why. l^hen 
turning his head, he realized. 

Wolf, as he turned, was just loosing his hold 
on the wide collar of the Boy's mackinaw. 
His cut forepaws were st'll braced against a 
flaw of ragged ice on the air-hole's edge, and 
all his tawny body was tense. 

His body was dripping wet, too. The Boy 
noted that; and he realized that the repeated 
effort to draw h's r.:astcr to safety must have 
resulted, at least once, in pulling the dog down 
mto the water with t'le floundering Boy. 

"Once more, \Volfie ! Once more !" chatter- 
ed the Boy through teeth that clicked together 
liice castanets. 

The dog darted forward, caught his grip 
r> fresh on the edge of the Boy's collar, and 
tugged with all his fierce strength, growling 
r.nd whining ferociously the while. 

The Boy "seconded the collie's tuggings by 
a supreme struggle that lifted him higher than 
before. He was able to get one arm and 
shoulder clear above th.e ice. His numb fingers 
Closed about an upthrust tree-limb which had 
been washed down stream in the autumn 
freshets and had been frozen into the lake ice. 

With this new purchase, and aided by the 
cog, the Boy tr'ed to drag himself out of the 
hole. But the chill of the water had done its 
work. He had not the strength to move 
farther. The mud still sucked at his calves 
and ankles. The big hunting-boots were full 
..f water that seemed tu weigh a ton. 

He lay there, gasping and chattering. Then, 
through the gathering twilight, his eyes fell 
on the gun, lying ten feet away. 

"Wolf !" he ordered, nodding tov.'ard the 
weapon. "Get it ! Get it !" 

Not in vain had the Boy talked to Wolf for 
years as if the dog were human. At the words 
and the nod, the collie trotted over to the 
gun, lifted it by the stock, and hauled it awk- 
wardly along over the bumpy ice to his mas- 
ter, where he laid it down at the edge of the 

The dog's eyes were cloudy with trouble, 
and he shivered and whined as with ague. The 
water on his thick coat was freezing to a mass 
of ice. But it was from anxiety that he shiv- 
ered, and not from cold. 

Still keeping his numb grasp on the tree- 
branch, the boy balanced himself as best he 
could, and thrust two fingers of his free hand 
into his mouth to warm them into sensation 

When this was done, he reached out to 
where the gun lay, and pulled its trigger. The 
shot boomed deafeningly through the twilight 
winter silences. The recoil sent the weapon 
sliding sharply back along the ice, spraining 
the Boy's trigger finger and cutting it to the 

"That 's all I can do," said the Boy to him- 
self. "If any one hears it, well and good. I 
can't get at another cartridge. I could n't put 
it into the breach if I had it. My hands are 
too numb." 

For several endless minutes he clung there, 
listening. But this was a desolate part of the 
lake, far from any road, and the season was 
too early for other hunters to be abroad. The 
bitter cold, in any case, tended to make sane 
folk hug the fireside rather than to venture 
so far into the open. Nor was the single re- 
port of a gun uncommon enough to call for 
investigation in such weather. 

All this the Boy told himself as the minutes 
dragged by. Then he looked again at Wolf. 
The dog, head on one side, still stood pro- 
tectingly above him. The dog was cold and 
in pain, but, being only a dog, it did not oc- 
cur to him to trot off home to the comfort of 
the library fire and leave his master to fend 
for himself. 

Presently, with a little sigh, Wolf lay down 
on the ice, his nose across the Boy's arm. 
Even if he lacked strength to save his beloved 
master, he could stay and share the Boy's suf- 

But the Boy himself thought otherwise. He 
was not at all minded to freeze to death, nor 
was he willing to let Wolf imitate the dog of 
Pompeii by dying hel])lcssly at his master's 




side. Controlling for an instant the chatter- 
ing of his teeth, he called: 

The dog was on his feet again at the word, 
alert, eager. 

at top speed, head down, whirling through the 
deepening dusk like a flash of tawny light. 

Wolf understood what was wanted of him. 
Wolf always understood. The pain in his feet 
was as nothing. The stiffness of his numbed 

'knowing that he faced death, nevertheless he stood his ground" (see page 119) 

"Wolf!" repeated the Boy. "Go! Hear me? 

He pointed homeward. 

Wolf stared at him, hesitant. Again the 
Boy called in vehement command, "Go!" 

The collie lifted his head to the twilight sky 
in a wolf-howl, hideous in its grief and ap- 
peal — a howl as wild and discordant as that 
of any of his savage ancestors. Then, stoop- 
ing first to lick the numb hand that clung to 
the branch, Wolf turned and fled. 

.Across the cruelly sharp film of ice he tore 

body was forgotten in the urgency for speed. 

The Boy looked drearily after the swift- 
vanishing figure which the dusk was swallow- 
ing. He knew the dog would try to bring help, 
as has many another and lesser dog in times 
of need. Whether or not that help could 
arrive in time, or at all, was a point on 
which the Boy would not let himself dwell. 
Into his benumbed brain crept the memory of 
an old Norse proverb he had read in school : 

"Heroism consists in hanging on one minute 




Unconsciously he tightened his feeble hold 
on the tree-branch and braced himself. 

From the marshes to The Place was a full two 
miles. Despite the deep and sticky snow, Wolf 
covered the distance in less than six minutes. 
He paused in front of the gate-lodge, at the 
highway entrance to the drive. But the gard- 
ener and his wife had gone to Paterson, shop- 
ping, that afternoon. 

Down the drive to the house he dashed. The 
maids had taken advantage of their employers' 
day in New York to walk across the lake to the 
village to a motion-picture show. 

Wise men claim that dogs have not the pow- 
er to think or to reason things out in a logical 
way. So perhaps it was mere chance that next 
sent Wolfs flying feet across the lake to the 
village. Perhaps it was chance, and not the 
knowledge that where there is a village there 
are people. 

Again and again, in the car, he had sat up- 
on the front seat alongside the Mistress when 
she drove to the station to meet guests. There 
were always people at the station, and to the 
station Wolf now raced. 

The usual group of platform idlers had been 
dispersed by the cold. A solitary baggageman 
was hauling a trunk and some boxes out of the 
express-coop on to the platform to be put 
aboard the five o'clock train from New York. 

As the baggageman passed under the clump 
of station lights, he came to a sudden halt, for 
out of the darkness dashed a dog. Full tilt, 
the animal rushed up to him and seized him by 
the skirt of the overcoat. 

The man cried out in scared surprise. He 
dropped the box he was carrying and struck 
at the dog to ward off the seemingly murder- 
ous attack. He recognized Wolf, and he 
knew the collie's repute. 

But Wolf was not attacking. Holding tight 
to the coat-skirt, he backed away, trying to 
draw the man with him, and all the while 
whimpering aloud like a nervous puppy. 

A kick from the man's heavy-shod boot 
broke the dog's hold on the coat-skirt, even as 
a second yell from the man brought four or 
five other people running out from the station 

One of these, the telegraph operator, took in 
the scene at a single glance. With great pre- 
sence of mind he bawled loudly : 


This, as Wolf, reeling from the kick, sought 
to gain another grip on the coat-skirt. A 
second kick sent him rolling over and over on 

the tracks, while other voices took up the 
panic cry of "Mad dog!" 

Now, a mad dog is supposed to be a dog af- 
flicted by rabies. Once in ten thousand times, 
at the very most, a mad-dog hue-and-cry is 
justified. Certainly not oftener. A harmless 
and friendly dog loses his Master on the 
street. He runs about, confused and fright- 
ened, looking for the owner he has lost. A 
boy throws a stone at him. Other boys chase 
him. His tongue hangs out, and his eyes glaze 
with terror. Then some fool bellows : 

"Mad dog!" 

And the cruel chase is on — a chase that ends 
in the pitiful victim's death. Yet in every 
crowd there is a voice ready to raise that 
asinine and murderously cruel shout. 

So it was with the men who witnessed 
Wolf's frenzied effort to take aid to the im- 
periled Boy. 

Voice after voice repeated the cry. Men 
groped along the platform edge for stones to 
throw. The village policeman ran puflingly 
upon the scene, drawing his revolver. 

Finding it usless to make a further attempt 
to drag the baggageman to the rescue. Wolf 
leaped back, facing the ever larger grom^ 
Back went his head again in that hideous wolf- 
howl. Then he galloped away a few yards, 
trotted back, howled once more, and again 
galloped lakeward. 

All of which only confirmed the panicky 
crowd in the belief that they were threatened 
by a mad dog. A shower of stones hurtled 
about Wolf as he came back a third time to 
lure these dull humans into following him. 

One pointed rock smote the collie's shoulder, 
glancing, cutting it to the bone. A shot from 
the policeman's revolver fanned the fur of his 
ruft as it whizzed past. 

Knowing that he faced death, he neverthe- 
less stood his ground, not troubling to dodge 
the fusillade of stones, but continuing to run 
lakeward and then trot back, whining with ex- 

A second pistol-shot flew wide. A third 
grazed the dog's hip. From all directions peo- 
ple were running toward the station. A man 
darted into a house next door, and emerged, 
carrying a shotgun. This he steadied on a 
veranda-rail not forty feet away from the 
leaping dog, and made ready to fire. 

It was then the train from New York came 
in, and momentariiy the sport of "mad-dog" 
killing was abandoned, while the crowd scat- 
tered to each side of the track. 

From a front car of the train the Mistress 




and the Master emerged into a Bedlam of 
noise and confusion. 

"Best hide in the station, Ma'am !" shouted 
the telegraph operator, at sight of the Mis- 
tress. "There is a mad dog loose out here ! 
He 's chasing folks around, and — " 

"Mad dog!" repeated the Mistress in high 
contempt. "If you knew anything about dogs, 
you 'd know mad ones never 'chase folks 
around' any more than typhoid patients do. 

A flash of tawny light beneath the station 
lamp, a scurrying of frightened idlers, a final 
wasted shot from the policeman's pistol, as 
Wolf dived headlong through the frightened 
crowd toward the voice he heard and recog- 

Up to the Mistress and the Master galloped 

Wolf. He was bleeding, his eyes were blood- 
shot, his fur was rumpled. He seized the as- 
tounded Master's gloved hand lightly between 
his teeth and sought to pull him across the 
tracks and toward the lake. 

The Master knew dogs, especially he knew 
Wolf, and without a word he suffered him- 
self to be led. The Mistress and one or two 
inquisitive men followed. 

Presently, Wolf loosed his hold on the Mas- 
ter's hand and ran on ahead, darting back 
every few moments to make certain he was 

"Heroism — consists — in — hanging — on- — 
one — minute — longer," the Boy was whisper- 
ing deliriously to himself for the hundreth 
time as Wolf pattered up to him in triumph 
across the ice, with the human rescuers a 
scant ten yards behind ! 


Small Polly washed her children's clothes and hung them in the sun, 
And Tubby Spriggles' goat came by and ate them, every one. 

First he ate a button, then he ate a string. 
And then he made a meal of it and finished everything. 

Every frock and every frill, every lacy skirt. 

And then he nipped the clothes-pins off and had them for dessert. 




On evenings when the wind is high. 
And cloudy billows across the sky. 
You 've heard a patter like the rain. 
.\nd buffets on your window-pane : 

You did n't know that just without 
The Scamper Children played about. 
And beat your windows as they sped 
As if they too would go to bed ! 

The Scamper Children, so they say. 
* Are boys and girls who kept at play. 
Who 'd never, never leave their game 
-Vnd come within when bedtime came. 

And so these children, every one. 
Were made to romp and made to run, 
Were made to skip and made to hop. 
And never more allowed to stop, i 

And when for months they had to roa 
Without so much as going home. 
As children might, in such a fix. 
The Scamper Children took to tricks. 

And this is what they undertook : 
To gain a home by hook or crook ! 
"We 'd be successful, too," they 

"If all the Scamper Children 
tried !" 

They searched among them- 
selves and got 

The swiftest runner of the lot, 
And sent him, fast as he could 

To Cuba, Haiti, Mexico, 

To Isle of Man and Finisterre 
(There 're Scamper Children everywhere) 
And Cattegat and Skager-Rack 
To bring the Scamper Children back. 

"the scamper chil- 



All in the space of blindman's-buff 

On came the children, sure enough ! 

From every portion of the world 

You 've ever heard of fast they whirled- 

And many others who reside 
Upon our planet's under side 
Popped through the earth, a-hastening, 
Atop each newly budding thing. 

Around a cottage near the town 
The Scamper Children settled down 
To wait the signal to begin. 
Then, all together, to get in. 

"I 'm tired of staying out," one said ; 
"Once in that house, I 'II go to bed !" 
"And as for me," replied an elf, 
"I '11 search along the pantry shelf!" 

Ere long the moaning wind of night 
Began to shriek with all its might ; 
And in a swirling, driving swarm. 
The Scamper Children rode the storm. 

They pounded at the cottage door. 
And tugged and rattled o'er and o'er : 
They beat the house on every side. 
And swung the shutters open wide; 


They shook the windows, skipping none. 
Till some one found an open one 
And shouted out above the din 
For all to follow him within. 





'■ - -t 

They held their noses, wiped their eye?. 
And sneezes mingled with their cries; 
They coughed and choked and sneezed agai'i : 
It sounded like a hurricane. 

Into the chimney-pot, pell-mell. 
It seems that when the children fell, 
Some one within the cottage woke 
And rose to give the fire a poke. 

Then up and out thc 

Poured sparks and smokr 
— and children, too ! 
Such choking fumes on 

c\ery hand 
Were more than Scamps ■ 
Child could stand : 


But all too late, for with a crash 
Down came the open window-sash ; 
Some sleeper wakened by the blast. 
Arose to make the window fast. 

Then one, the brightest of the lot. 
Descried the yawning chimney-pot. 
And down into the chimney piled 
Each eager, agile Scamper Child. 

First one by one, then score by score, 
The Scamper Children in did pour; 
It was a mad, unseemly race 
To gain the cottage chimney-place. 

But when within the chimney-flue 
The last had disappeared from view. 
Forthwith was heard a frightful 

And back came Scamper Girls and 

wheezing, coughing. 

blinded, burned, 
children knew not 
— how they turned, 
P)nt skipped and jumped till it 

was plain 
They 'd reach their native land 

And there the Scamper Ch I- 

dren roam, 
Without a place to call a home ; 
Compelled to run, compelled to 

_\nd never more allowed to stop. 



don't care — I think it 
is downright mean to 
send a hoy to college 
the way the Friendly 
Help Society does it !" Kathleen de- 

Her mother and sister and the Mar- 
tins' four "paying guests" glanced up 
from their excellent Sunday dinner in 
mild surprise. It had heen Kathleen's 
turn to go to church that morning; 
since the Consolidated had failed and 
"paying guests" had taken its place 
in paying the Martin bills, the three had taken 
turns in going to church; one always, some- 
times two, stayed home to prepare dinner. 

"They don't give him one single penny to 
spend," Kathleen explained. "I was talking 
to Mrs. Lloyd about it after church this morn- 
ing. They 're going to have a boy from a 
farm near Clearwater down here right after 
Christmas for the second semester at Uni- 

"You mean the society is paying all his ex- 
penses for the year?" gentle old Mr. Thompson 

"Not exactly," Kathleen said. "They pay for 
his tuition and for all his apparatus — he 's go- 
ing to take dentistry, and that costs a lot. He 's 
very smart, they say, and awfully poor. Mrs. 
Lloyd heard about him and suggested that the 
society do something. So they 've found a 
place where he can work for his board, take 
care of the furnace and shovel snow and every- 
thing. He 's going to work in the book-store 
Saturday nights to pay for his books. But 
they are n't giving him one single penny to 

spend. I asked Mrs. Lloyd about it, 
and she said the society felt it was 
doing enough for him." 

"I should think they were," Mrs. 
Martin agreed. "Surely he ought to 
be able to earn his own spending- 

"When could he earn it?" Kathleen 
demanded. "When he 's working all 
day for his board and Saturday nights 
for his books and they say the dental 
students have simply to grind. When 
is he going to have time to earn any 
spending money?" 

"Cheer up, Kathleen," young Mr. Willis ad- 
vised; "if he 's as busy as all that, he won't 
have time to spend any, either." 

"Oh, a person always has time to spend a 
little." Lois came to her sister's support. 

"Of course they have," said Kathleen. "I 
told Mrs. Lloyd that I should think he 'd need 
a little for — oh, for car-fare and ice-cream 
sodas and things like that. She 's an awfully 
unsympathetic woman. She said he would 
board right near the campus so that he would 
not have to take the cars, and that she did n't 
think the Friendly Help would care to buy 
ice-cream sodas for him. I don't care — I think 
it 's mean !" 

Kathleen attacked her salad with sympa- 
thetic vigor, and the four boarders considered 
the case of the dental student. Brusque, busi- 
nesslike Miss Dempsey agreed witli the Friend- 
ly Help Society ; the organization was doing 
quite enough for him. Tom Willis assured 
Kathleen that she had not approached the 
church worker right. 




"The idea of mentioning ice-cream sodas on 
a day like this !" he said. "It 's cold enough 
for him to freeze his own. That 's the trouble, 
Kathleen; you did n't choose a symbol likely to 
arouse sympathy. Why, at present, I can't 
shed a tear over a person who might have to 
go without ice-cream sodas for the rest of his 
natural life." 

Miss Dunn, the pretty little domestic- 
science teacher, agreed with Kathleen. 

"I think they ought to give him just a little 
money to do what he likes with," she said. "It 
hurts a young man's self-respect not to have a 
penny in his pocket. A person has feelings, 
even if he is accepting charity. It would n't 
cost much, and it would make all the differ- 
ence in the world in his feelings." 

Mr. Thompson's comment was in the na- 
ture of a practical suggestion. 

"Why don't you start a fund yourself?" he 
asked Kathleen, "and send it to the young man 
lor a Christmas present? You ought to be able 
to get a little contribution from every one who 
feels that an occasional ice-cream soda in life 
does no harrn." 

Kathleen's eyes lighted eagerly. 

"Would n't that be fun! I believe I will. 
How long is it till Christmas?" 

"Over three weeks," said her sister. "Come 
on, let 's ! I '11 help." 

In spite of being two years the older. Lois 
usualy "helped." It was fifteen-year-old Kath- 
leen who saw the visions. 

"That 's a good idea," Willis agreed. "Let 
the Friendly Help pay his necessary expenses ; 
you get the dole for hyacinths to feed his 

"I 'm not joking," said Kathleen, eagerly. "I 
really want to do it. I think it 's mean to help 
anybody by giving them what they need and 
then not want them to have a bit of fun just 
because you 're helping them. Goodness 
knows ever since the Consolidated failed I 've 
always had whatever I could sell the rags and 
bottles for to do exactly as I wanted to with, 
and nobody knows how many times it 's just 
saved my social position." 

"I think it 's a good idea, too. Miss Kath- 
leen," said Mr. Thompson. "An^ as it was 
my suggestion, I '11 start the land off with 
five dollars." 

"Five dollars !" Kathleen gasped at such 

"If I had five dollars," said Tom Willis, 
solemnly, "I should get married." 

So the plan was started. It was Lois's turn 
(to hjBv» th» "ragr qjoney" and *Vi» 

with a recklessness which left her social posi- 
tion endangered for weeks. Miss Dempsey. 
although officially disapproving of everything 
connected with Christmas presents and with 
this scheme in particular, drew Kathleen aside 
one evening and gave her three dollars. 

"I never was paid for overtime work be- 
fore," she said. "And I was just thinking 
that it would n't be right for that young man 
to be in town all winter and not hear any good 
music. If he gets a gallery seat, he can 
hear six symphony concerts with this." 

"Oh, thank you so much!" said Kathleen. 
And her shining eyes made Miss Dempsey 
feel so much like a philanthropist that she was 
exceptionally pleasant all the evening. 

"Well, how 's the Ice-cream-soda Fund 
coming on?" Tom Willis inquired at dinner a 
few night later. 

"That reminds me," said Miss Dunn, "that 
I 've got a dollar for it. A girl borrowed a 
dollar from me a long time ago, and I 'd for- 
gotten all about it. She returned it to-day, 
and I happened to think about the class dance. 
The Dents always have one in February, and 
a man would feel awfully out of it if he could 
not go. I think the tickets are just a dollar." 

"I lent a fellow five dollars a long time ago," 
said Tom Willis, "and if he ever pays that 
back, you can have it for the fund. Oh, don't 
look so pleased, Kathleen; I know the fellow." 

But it was the very next day that he came 
home from the newspaper office early and 
hunted up Kathleen with a sheepish grin. 

"Here 's your five," he said. " I was sim- 
ply knocked out. That fellow never paid 
back any money before in his life. Every- 
body was joshing me for being easy and lend- 
ing to him." 

As Kathleen tucked the bill away in the 
cigar-box that held the Ice-cream-soda Fund, 
Willis made a suggestion. 

"If you write any letter when you send this 
present," he said, "tell the boy to hang on to 
this five and any more he can, and, if he gets 
a chance to join a professional society, to do it. 
I was pretty hard up when I was in college, 
and I passed up a department 'frat' because 1 
did n't feel I ought to spend the initiation fee. 
I 've always regretted it." 

But as Christmas drew nearer, the fund, 
that had started at so brisk a pace, began to 
limp. Santa Claus appeared in half a dozen 
different store-windows; the shopping aisle* 
were gay with green and flaming poinsettias; 
the old market on First Avenue North became 
» formM* of apicv- fragrant mvtrgT*^*r>'*TKmu\ 




everybody became intent upon his own Christ- 
mas. Kathleen canvassed briskly among her 
high-school friends, but their gifts, when 
they came at all, were in nickels and dimes. 

A week before Christmas, Mrs. Martin came 
home from the church, smiling. She had taken 
a. satchel of half-worn clothes to send to a 
poor family, and on the way back she had 
found a dollar bill lying in the snow right on 
Nicollet Avenue. 

"I suppose everybody has his pet extrava- 
gance," she said, as she gave Kathleen tht 
money, "and the theater is mine. I can't re- 
member a time when I would n't gladly give 
up my dinner to see a good play. You tell the 
young man that I want him to see the best 
thing that comes to the city this winter with 
this dollar." 

"I wish I could give something, myself," 
said Kathleen. "Everybody 's helped but me. 
And nobody wants to do it any more than I do. 
I simply have n't any money. I never lent any- 
body any, so they can't return it; and I can't 
imagine ever finding a penny. I 'd spent all 
I had on Christmas presents before we thought 
of this plan, and there won't be any more rag 
money for a month." 

"Never mind. Miss Kathleen," said the 
white-haired boarder, "you gave the spirit to 
the fund. That is the most valuable gift of all." 
- But Kathleen was not satisfied. And the 
■ Very next day she had her chance to do her 
. share. 

"A letter from Uncle Will," Lois called. 
As Kathleen opened it, a check for ten 
. dollars fluttered out. 

- "We have n't forgotten how kind you were 
• to Aunt Hattie last summer," she read, "and 
we want you to buy yourself whatever you like 
best for your Christmas present." 

'"Oh, Kathleen!" Lois's voice was all un- 
selfish pleasure in her sister's good fortune ; 
' ' you can get your pearls!" 

Kathleen's "pearls" had been a family joke 
for a year. There was a very pretty string 
of imitations in a jeweler's window, and every 
time Kathleen passed, she stopped to gaze 
longingly at it. She had declared that if she 
were ever suddenly rich, the necklace was the 
first thing she would buy. So, early that after- 
noon, she and Lois set off for the jeweler's. 
: . .;\"lt seems terribly funny to be getting any- 
thing I 've wanted so bad," Kathleen said. "Of 
course, L 've never dreamed of really having 
-them, but I go . blocks out of my way just to 
. I '.<-k at them. There is a string of real ones 
in Hudson's window, and I was looking at 

them the other day, and it really seemed to 
me as though they did n't look half so rich 
as the imitation. I guess I 'm prejudiced, just 
as a mother is about her own baby. I 've 
wanted this particular string for so long and 
so hard that I just feel attached to it." 

She was silent for a few moments, musing 
over her good fortune. 

"I suppose it 's awfully silly to get them," 
she said, "there are so many things I need 
more. I could get some new shoes, and— 
But somehow — it 's funny, Lois — I need the 
shoes in a worldly way, but I want the pearls 
in a — a simply unearthly way. Of course, it 
could n't really, but I feel as though just hav- 
ing them would make me happy." 

"I know," said Lois, sympathetically. "J"st 
the way Mr. Willis is always joking about the 
Ice-cream-soda Fund, calling it 'hyacinths to 
feed thy soul.' " 

"Yes," said Kathleen, "just like the Ice- 
cream-soda Fimd." 

Her voice was suddenly uneasy, and she 
walked along in silence for two blocks. Out- 
side the jeweler's window, she paused to look 
at the string hungrily. 

"Is n't it lovely, Lois?" she asked. "Just 
look at the lavender lights — and the rose and 
gold — " 

"In the core of one pearl, all the shade and 
the shine of the sea !" Lois quoted. 

"I don't care if it is a silly notion," Kathleen 
declared, "I never saw a real pearl that had 
half such lovely colors in it." 

The two girls went into the store, and the 
friendly clerk laid the string on a white satin 
cushion before them. Kathleen lifted the beads 
lovingly and let them trickle through her 

"Yes," said the clerk, "ten dollars. And a 
bargain, too." 

Kathleen held the string around her neck 
and looked at the pearls in the mirror. To her 
admiring eyes, they lent a touch of unreal 
beauty to her rough tweed school-coat. But 
she laid them back on the white satin cushion. 

"I guess I '11 — I '11 think it over," she said. 

"What on earth did you want to think it 
over for?" Lois asked, as soon as they were 
on the snowy street again. Kathleen turned 
to her sister almost tearfully. 

"Lois," she said, "I 'm afraid I ought to 
give that money to the student." 

"To the Ice-cream-soda Fund?" Lois asked 

Kathleen' nodded, looking back at the pearls, 
which the clerk was replacing in the window. 



"Well, I think," said Lois, frankly, "that 
you must be stark raving crazy ! Wliat on 
earth — " 

"I had forgotten all about him till you said 
that about hyacinths. I 've been thinking 
about him for days — Lois, he is n't going to 
have any decent clothes, coming from a poor 
farm like that. Will you ever forget the way 
that funny little freshman at High School 
looked? Don't you remember, the one who 
came from somewhere up north and wore that 
awful, tight suit?" 

"The one the boys called String Bean?" 

"And that they all made so much fun of 
and the girls laughed at and I found down- 
stairs in the furnace-room crying! I '11 tell 
you, when a boy fifteen years old cries, he feels 
terribly. I '11 never forget it as long as I hve. 
If this young man should have to go through 
that and I could stop it by going without my 
pearls — " 

"Oh, Kathie! I think that would be silly. 
You 've wanted those pearls for a year — you 
don't even know he '11 be shabby — " 

"Oh, yes, I do," said Kathleen, forlornly. 
■'I 'm as sure of it as though I 'd seen him. 
And I 'm afraid I '11 never get any pleasure 
out of the pearls; every time I look at them 
I '11 think about that freshman crying in the 
furnace-room. It is terrible to be queer and 
laughed at, and — " 

"Well, I must say I think yon 're queer," 
said Lois, unsympathetically. 

She did not have Kathleen's flaming imag- 
ination. To her, this unknown student was 
the object of a worthy, mildly amusing char- 
ity; to Kathleen, he was a flesh-and-blood boy, 
shy, shabby, coming alone and friendless to 
a strange city. 

Twice the next day, she passed the jeweler's 
shop and stood looking at the pearl necklace. 
That evening, at dinner, she announced that 
she was adding her ten dollars to the Ice- 
cream-soda Fund. A chorus of protest went 
up around the table. All of the family knew 
of Kathleen's "pearls" ; her enthusiasms were 
never of the kind that could be hidden tmder 
a bushel. Miss Dempsey even begged Mrs. 
Martin to insist upon the child's buying the 

"I passed h'^r this afternoon looking at those 
beads, and sne looked like a hungry boy out- 
side a bakery." 

But Mrs. Martin decided that Kathleen 
might spend her gift as she chose. 

Four days before Christmas, the fund was 
added up. The total was twenty-eight dol- 

lars and seventy-five cents. Mrs. Thompson 
added a dollar and a quarter to make it even 
thirty. After some discussion, it was decided 
to make the gift "From Unknown Friends." 

"He '11 know then that it does n't come from 
the Friendly Help Society," said Mrs. Martin, 

"and he won't feel that he must account to 
them for what he does with it." 

"I told Mrs. Lloyd we were sending it," 
said Kathleen, "and she thought it was fine. 
She is as sympathetic as anybody when it 's 
somebody else's money." 

Miss Dunn left, to spend the Christma.«; 




holidays at home; Mr. Willis lived too far 
away to go home; and Miss Dempsey and Mr. 
Thompson had no homes, or, as gentle, cour- 
teous Mr. Thompson put it, "no other home." 

The next evening at dinner they decided 
that the gift must have reached its destination. 
They had great fun conjecturing about what 
the student must have thought. 

"I noticed by the paper to-night," Mrs. Mar- 
tin said, "that David Warfield is to be here 
some time in February. I do hope he will go 
to see him." 

"And Kreisler is to play at one of the Sym- 
phonies later in the spring," said Miss Demp- 
sey. "If he only looks ahead and saves enough 
to go at that time !" 

There was a little silence, then Tom Willis 
glanced up from his coffee. 

"A kid brother of a chap I know has just 
been pledged to the best dental society here, 
and I 'm going to have him look out for this 
fellow. They go in strong for brains, so they 
keep their fees mighty low. He ought to be 
able to manage it if he gets a chance to join." 

So they all planned for the unknown boy 
on the Clearwater farm, wishing for him the 
j)articular happinesses they held most dear. 

"I stood outside that new haberdasher's on 
my way home from school till I almost froze 
my face," Kathleen confessed to her sister 
later, as they were undressing. "They are 
advertising after-holiday sales, and it is just 
surprising what nice-looking clothes you can 
get very cheap. I got so excited planning out 
just what things he '11 have that won't look 
so bad and what he '11 have to get new. 
People talk about its being more blessed to 
give than to receive, but they never say how 
much fun it is. Why, I went past the jeweler's 
right afterward and saw my pearls, and they 
looked so different to me! I was thinking 
about that poor little freshman in the furnace- 
room and about how spiffly our boy will look, 
and, do you know, when I looked at those 
pearls they had lost all their— their unearthly 
look. I just stared at them, and I said to 
myself, 'Why, you 're nothing but a string of 
beads, after all!'" 

The day before Christmas was Sunday and 
Kathleen's turn to go to church. She came 
home, her eyes shining. 

"I have a letter," she announced breath- 
lessly, "from our student. He sent it in care 
of Mrs. Lloyd. He noticed the Minneapolis 
postmark and knew we must have heard of 
him through her. I have n't opened it at all ; 
T waited so we could all hear it toeetJier " 

There was an interested silence as Kiathleen 
tore open the envelop, and read: 
Dear Unknown Friends : 

I 'm not going to try to find out who you are, 
because I know from the way you sent your present 
that you would n't want me to. But I should like 
to have you know how glad I am to get it. It is 
the only money I ever had in my life that I have n't 
had to do some definite thing with, and I am — 
I am — 

Kathleen stopped to turn the page, looked 
eagerly down the next sheet. Suddenly, her 
glance paused; she read over a line incredu- 
lously. Her eyes and mouth opened wide. 

"What do you think," she demanded in an 
awful voice, "he has bought with our money?" 

All at the table leaned forward in breathless 

"An engagement ring!" 

There was a moment of stupefied silence, 
then the whole family went off into a gale of 
laughter. It was too unexpected, too gro- 
tesque, to be met in any other way. Even Miss 
Dempsey laughed till she had to wipe the tears 
away from her glasses. 

"Well, I must say that he 's in a fine posi- 
tion to be engaged !" she said. 

"An engagement ring !" gasped Tom Willis. 
Oh, my grandmother ! It 's lucky we did n't 
send him forty dollars, or he 'd have set him- 
self up in housekeeping. An engagement ring ! 
Holy smoke !" 

In the hilarity, nobody noticed Kathleen. 
Her eyes were fairly blazing with anger. 

"I don't see how you can laugh about it^' 
she said, "after the way we planned and 
scrimped and worried to get that money. And 
then to have him just waste it like that! I 
don't think it 's a bit funny." 

"Well, he 's missing an important part of 
education in not hearing any good music. 
That 's true enough," said Miss Dempsey. 

"He won't think it 's so all-fired funny," 
Tom Willis agreed, "when he begins to need 
the money. Now a department 'frat' would 
have made a lot of difference to him." 

"Now he '11 go around as seedy-looking as 
that freshman boy," said Kathleen, "and with 
the after-holiday sales, he could have — I had 
it all planned out for him. I don't care, I 
think it 's horrid ! And when I think that J 
gave up my p-pearls so that some girl I never 
even heard of could have a r-r-ring — " 

Kathleen was tired and excited, and, to her 
disgust, her voice choked and a tear trickled 
down the side of her nose. 

She tried to put her (rrievance oot oi h^* 




mind and throw herself into the preparations 
for the tree they were to have in the evening, 
but all through the afternoon she was con- 
scious of a miserable undercurrent of hurt. She 
felt cheated, as though her gift had been flung 
back with a sneer. 

She forgot the student altogether, though, 
when dusk fell, sweet and gray with all the 

but it was gone. This was the nearest like 
it that they had, and — " 

"Oh, it 's simply beautiful !" 

Kathleen let the white beads drip through 
her fingers, devouring them with her eyes, and 
Miss Dempsey decided that there might be 
something in the custom of Christmas giving, 
after all. 


mystery of Christmas eve. Mr. Thompson 
had insisted that the family must have a 
Christmas-tree, and Tom Willis had appeared 
with it over his shoulder the night before. It 
stood in a shadowy corner of the library, 
glistening with fairy tinsel, twinkling with 
stars of candle-light. Tom WilHs did the hon- 
ors, and never was a Santa Claus ready with 
jollier, funnier quips and cracks. The very 
first package he took from the tree was "For 
Kathleen, with best wishes from Miss Demp- 

"Why, you said you did n't believe in Christ- 
mas presents !" 

"I don't," said Miss Dempsey, her lips 
twitching with amusement, "but I thought that 
in this particular case — " 

It was a long, slim box, and Kathleen opened 
it eagerly. Lying in a nest of cotton was a 
string of pearl beads. 

"It is n't the string you wanted," Miss 
Dempsey said; "I went down the first thing, 

The third package was for Kathleen from 
Mr. Thompson. The box was from Hudson's, 
and with a queer little feeling of premonition, 
Kathleen lifted the coyer. On the satin pad- 
ding was a string of pearl beads, its tiny clasp 
set with brilliants winking in the candle- 

"I 'm sorry my gift is. a duplicate," he said, 
"but I did want you to have your pearls — " 

"Oh, they 're beautiful !" said Kathleen, 
"and they 're different lengths. Oh, I love 
them both !" 

When all the other presents had been given 
out, the last package of all was for Kathleen — 
"With love from Mother and Lois." It was 
the string of pearl beads she had so often 
gazed at hungrily in the jeweler's window. 

"With love from Mother and Lois." 

Kathleen knew how large ten dollars seemed 
right now. "With love from Mother and Lois." 
Instead of the gleaming white beads, she was 
seeing Lois's shabby gloves, the made-over 




waist she would wear instead of a new one : 
she saw her mother sewing late in the evening, 
walking home from market to save car-fare. 
Her throat tightened with a sudden choking 
ache. The gleaming pearl beads stood for all 
the scrimping, the planning, the saving; they 
were the royal, reckless extravagance of love. 

Kathleen touched the string with a tender- 
ness that was reverent ; mysteriously, all the 
"unearthly" beauty of the pearls had come 
back, the lights lavender, rose, and gold, soft 
yet bright, brighter because she saw them 
through hot, blurring tears. 

An hour later, Tom Willis found her sitting 
alone at the front window. The room was 
dark, but the light from the street lamp outside 
shone on three strings of pearl beads glistening 
in her lap. Her voice was still husky. 

"All my life," she said solemnly, "I 've heard 
people say that the spirit of a gift is what 
counts, but somehow, I never understood be- 
fore just what the spirit of a gift could be — " 

"You mean that you don't mind if you have 
got three presents almost exactly alike?" 

"Mind? Why—" 

With a sheepish grin, Tom W^illis pulled a 
long, slim box out of his pocket. 

"I snaked this off the tree when I saw how 
popular my choice had been," he said. "It 
is n't as good a string as those others. I 
could n't raise ten dollars to keep from being 
shot at sunrise, but — but — " All his gay ease 

of manner had left him ; he shufifled awkwardly. 
"I don't imagine the clasp is eighteen carat," 
he said, "but, believe me, the spirit is." 

After a bit, Kathleen dried her eyes reso- 

"Mr. Thompson and Miss Dempsey said 
they would n't feel a particle hurt if I should 
give one of their strings to Lois," she said. 
"She likes pearls almost as well as I do — she 
just does n't talk so much about it. But I 'm 
going to keep this string and the one from 
Mother and Lois as long as I live. They 're — 
they 're — " 

Her voice threatened to become husky agaiii. 
but she cleared her throat resolutely. 

"And I 've been thinking about the student. 
I don't care if he did buy the ring — there ! 
We gave him the money as a gift, but it was 
just like the Friendly Help Society — each one 
of us had some special thing in mind. Miss 
Dempsey, music: you. the society; me, his 
clothes — " 

Tom Willis grinned. 

"We gave him the money for ice-cream 
sodas," he said, "and we wanted him to eat 
ice-cream sodas if he choked to death on them." 

"Probably he won't mind going shabby a 
bit, any more than Mother and Lois minded — " 
Kathleen had to stop to clear her throat again. 
"It seems as though the spirit is being kind of 
— kind of passed on, does n't it? He must 
have had a happy time buying that ring!" 


With a "Rooty-toot-toot !" and a "Rooty-toot-toot !" 

Bennie is playing his little tin flute; 

And with "Rumpy-tum-tuin !" and a "Riimpy-tum-tum !" 

Jamie is beating his wonderful drum ; 

And out on the porch, with a number of mates, 

Susie is trying her new roller-skates; 

So while there 's good will, without any surcease. 

It strikes me that somewhere we 've mislaid the peace I 

Edwin L. Sabin. 



AuthoT of "Boy Scouts in the Wilderness" 


Jim donegan, the lumber-king, shows the Boy Scouts of Cornwall his wonderful collection of gems. He 
has the famous black diamond of Captain Kidd and a number of other remarkable stones. His spe- 
cialty is pearls. He tells the Scouts that a blue pearl the size of a certain pink pearl wich he owns would 
be worth $50,000 and that he would be glad to pay that sum for such a pearl, but that no such pearl has 
ever existed. Joe Couteau, the Indian boy, contradicts him and tells him of the strange island he once, 
when a little boy, visited with his uncle, the Shuman, or Medicine-Man, of his tribe. There his uncle 
found a great blue pear! in a strange stream in the interior of the island, the hunting-ground of one of 
the great brown bears, the largest carnivorous animal ever known. Joe is sure that he can find his way 
back to his tribe and can go again to the island. The lumber-king agrees, if Joe and his friend Will Bright 
will make the trip, to finance it. Old Jud Adams, who has trapped all through that region, hears of the 
plan and insits on going along. Another boy is needed to make up the party, and Will and Joe agree to 
choose the one who shows most sand and sense in the great Interscholastic Games in which Cornwall is 
to compete. 



At last the day of the games dawned, as days 
have had a habit of doing for several years 
back. The whole school gathered at the sta- 
tion to go with their team to the college town 
where the games were to be held. There was 
Mike, wearing a wonderful new Panama, os- 
tentatiously cheerful and full of good stories 
and funny jokes, as always before a competi- 
tion. Mr. Sanford was there in white flannels, 
and Pop Smith, the pop-corn man, a little 
old man with a long white beard who looked 
like a gnome and who claimed to be the offi- 
cial mascot of the Cornwall team. Besides 
these there were several thousand rooters — at 
least, they sounded like several thousand. 
Probably, if counted by numbers and not by 
noise, they would total fifty. Just as the train 
was about to start, there was a volley of toots, 
and down the road whirled a red racer, out 
of whicli tumbled old Jim Donegan and Jud 

"I 'ni here to see fair play," rumbled the 

"Yep," piped up old Jud, to Mike, "I 'm 
romin' too, in case any of them kids give out 
and you need a real runner." 

Every seat in the vast grand stand which 
surrounded the college athletic field was filled 
with rooters from the different schools belong- 
ing to the association. As Cornwall High 
marched on down to their seats, there was a 
tumult of shouts and laughter from thousands 
of boys and girls wearing other school colors. 

"Now we can start," howled one cheer-lead- 
er through a megaphone. "The Backwoods- 
men are here I" 

"Three cheers for the Also-Rans !" yelled 

"Rah! Rah! Rah! for the Tail-Enders !" 
came from across the field. 

"You just wait a bit, you fellows over 
there !" bellowed Jim Donegan, with his face 
redder than his tie, which was saying a good 
deal. "We '11 show you some surprises to-day." 

"Don't talk back to them," suggested the 
principal ; you '11 only make them worse." 

"They can't be any worse !" howled old Jim. 
"I like to talk back to 'em." 

In the stillness of the dressing-rooms the 
Cornwall team missed all this. The air was 
heavy with the smell of raw alcohol, with 
which brawny ruljbers massaged the muscles 
on which so much depended that day. Wor- 
ried trainers and troubled captains passed back 
and forth whispering last words of advice and 
warning. Here and there could be caught 
glimpses of boy athletes, all looking a little 
white and drawn. Some chewed gum, others 
wore a fixed smile. Some yawned continu- 
ally, and some shivered as if with a chill as 
the strain of the weary waiting affected each 
one of them. 

Old Mike wasted very little time in making 

"Lie down, you fellows ; keep off your feet 
and take things easy," he counseled. "You 
all feel nervous and scared and uncomfort- 
able and as if you can't run worth a cent. 
That 's the way you ought to feel before a 
race. I handled Owen the day he first ran 
under even time in the hundred. Just before 
the final heat he could n't talk, his teeth chat- 
tered so; but he went out and beat the pick of 
the world. Charlie Kilpatrick could n't eat 
for two days before the international games 




between Great Britain and the United States 
at Manhattan Field in 1895. I had to threaten 
to lick him to keep him from starvin' to death ; 
yet he went out and beat the other side all to 
death and broke the world's record in the half- 
mile. You chaps ain't anything to look at, a 
homelier bunch I never saw," went on the old 
man, "but — you 're fit to run for your lives 
and you 're going to clean up these city fel- 
lows to-day." 

So he went on, beguiling the time with many 
an athletic story, jollying, joking, encourag- 
ing, until his team were as comfortable as 
could be expected. Suddenly a shrill whistle 
blew outside. Then a leather-voiced an- 
nouncer bellowed through a megaphone at the 
door of the training-house. "All out for the 
first heat of the hundred !" 

Boots Lockwood was the only sprinter in 
the school who had shown enough speed to be 
entered in the dashes. He was a long, gawky, 
awkward boy with a comical freckled face and 
always joking. Only Mike, that judge of boys 
and men, knew what fire and force were hid- 
den in that awkward body. 

"Don't h^irry," he said craftily. "It '11 be 
five minutes at least before they 're ready for 
this heat. Let the rest of 'em worry out on 
the track awhile." 

Then Sid, the rubber, slapped a big handful 
of raw alcohol on Boots's sinewy back and sup- 
pled up his lithe muscles with a final rub- 
down. Thrilling all over with the cold tingle 
of the alcohol, Boots laced on his spiked shoes, 
and, gripping his new corks, trotted out to 
join the rest of the entries on the long straight- 
away, where the dash was to be run. The rest 
of the waiting team shouted encouragement 
to him. 

"Go to it, old scout !" yelled Captain Bright, 
from his corner. 

"Eat 'em up, Boots !" squealed Bill Darby, 
who was in the half. 

"Show me how to do it," urged Ted Bacon, 
who was in the next event — the quarter-mile. 

Quite different were the remarks that greet- 
ed him on the track, where the contestants 
were waiting for the clerk of the course to 
finish his roll-call. 

"Cornwall 's here; let 's go!" one shouted. 

"Don't make him run; give him the heat!" 
yelled another; while even the badged officials 
found time to smile at the gawky, freckle- 
faced country boy. None of this made any 
impression on Boots. He grinned cheerfully 
at spectators, officials, and competitors alike, 
although his freckles stood out a little briehter 

than usual as his face whitened under the 
strain. He trotted back and forth a few times 
to limber up, and a moment later found him- 
self lined up in the first heat. There was such 
a crowded entry that the clerk announced 
that first place alone would qualify in the 
finals. This meant hard going for Boots, for. 
of the other three men, one was Dole, the win- 
ner of the year before, while Black, the cham- 
pion of the Hill School, the largest in the 
State, had broken the interscholastic record at 
his school spring games. 

"Now — boys — I '11 — tell — you — to — get — set 
— and — then — fire — you — off. Any — man — 
breaking — off — his — mark — before — the — pis- 
tol, — goes — back — a — yard," clattered the start- 
er, jumbling the words together according to 
the time-honored custom of starters. 

Boots drew the outside place. There the 
going was a Httle soft, but he did not have a 
man on each side of him. The champion had 
the inside position, while next to Boots was 
the record-breaker from Hill. For a moment 
the whole place throbbed with the cheers of 
the different schools, while Boots unconcern- 
edly dug his marks in the cinders with his 
spiked shoes. 

"On your marks !" shouted the starter, and 
Boots fitted his feet into the httle holes which 
he had dug. 

"Get set !" came next. 

Remembering the advice of the crafty Mike, 
who had been one of the greatest of profes- 
sional sprinters in his day. Boots bent over as 
slowly as possible, knowing that the starter 
would not shoot the pistol until every com- 
petitor was in place. As he finally put his 
hands on the ground, fully half a second after 
the others, he straightened out his arms and 
leaped forward from both feet just as the pis- 
tol went off. It was a perfect start, and only 
possible for one who could control his nerves 
enough to hold back. Like a flash he broke 
away a good yard ahead of the others. The 
unexpectedness of being beaten off their marks 
by an unknown runner flagged the spirits of 
the others for the tiniest fraction of a second, 
and sprinting is made up of fractions. At the 
fifty, Boots was fully six feet ahead of his 
field. Then the record-holder, who was a 
wonderful finisher, began steadily to overhaul 
him, with the other two hard on his shoulder. 
Holding his breath and running as he had 
never run before. Boots sped down his lane on 
the long smooth track, while closer and closer 
he could hear the pat-pat of the speeding feet 
behind. Ten yards from the finish, the other 




was almost at his shoulder. Then it was that 
the boy drew upon the fighting fury which lay 
'A'ithin him and which had made him Mike's 
choice. Calling on every last ounce of reserve 
speed, and with every atom of nerve and will 
concentrated on keeping unbroken the swift, 
rhythmical beat of his -stride, he breasted the 
tape by a tiny fraction of a second ahead of 
the other. So close had been the finish that 
the three judges had to confer together before 

the announcer bellowed to the world at large : 
"Lockwood, Cornwall High, wins first heat 
of the hundred! Time, ten flat!" 

Boots jogged back to find that the world had 
changed. There were scattering cheers in- 
stead of jeers everywhere, while from the far- 
away section tliat had been assigned to the 
Cornwall High School came a storm of shouts 
and yells, which always ended with "Boots 
Lockwood !" Old Mike met him at the start 
and slapped him joyfully on the back. 

"You 're a corker, me boy !" he shouted. 
"I knew you could do it. You 've killed off 
the worst in the first heat. The final 's a pipe 
for you." 

M'Tieji Boots came hack to the dresi^ing 

room, everybody pounded him on the back. 
The four-forty, as the quarter-m.ile is termed 
in cinder-path parlance, came next. It was 
to be run in one heat, and Billy Darby sallied 
forth to do or die. Following Mike's direc- 
tions, he leaped into the lead at the crack of 
the pistol, and ran his first hundred yards at 
sprinting speed, forging far ahead of the field. 
Unfortunately, he let the excitement of the 
race run away with his judgment. With a 

long lead and going strong, it seemed an easy 
matter to cover the rest of the distance at top 
speed; but no human legs and lungs have yet 
been constructed which will allow man or 
boy to sprint a quarter-mile without slowing 
up somewhere. Poor Billy turned into the 
stretch well aliead of the bunch, but here his 
legs began to wabble, and a red-haired young- 
ster from the Hopkins Grammar School flashed 
by him, and, almost at the tape, an entry from 
the Haverford school crowded past him into 
second place. At any rate he had scored, for 
first place counted five points, second, two, 
and third, one. 

In the meantime, Buck Whittlesey and Ted 
r.acon, the biggest and stronge.^t boys at the 



Cornwall school, had been giving the field a 
taste of country muscle in the twelve-pound 
shot. Although neither of them had been able 
to master the tricky drive of the arm and the 
snappy reverse of body and legs which enables 
a shot-putter to get everything possible into 
his put, yet by main strength they managed 
to score three points for the school with a 
second and third respectively. By this time 
the final of the hundred had been called, and 
Boots fulfilled Mike's prophecy and romped 
away from his field, winning the event by a 
full yard and scoring five points with a first 
for Cornwall again in even time. In the two- 
twenty, the experience and finishing powers of 
Black of Hill were a little too much for him, 
and Boots had to be content with second place. 

When the pistol cracked for the start of the 
half-mile, there did not seem to be a chance 
for Johnnie Morgan, Cornwall's entry to score 
a place ; but after a game race, he staggered 
in an unexpected second, adding two more 
points to Cornwall's mounting score. 

The hurdles hurt Cornwall more than any 
other event. Try as he would, Mike had not 
been able to teach any of the boys in a single 
season the hurdle step, which looks so easy 
and is really so difficult. Hill fattened her 
score by eleven points in those two events, and 
went well into the lead. The high jump was 
another event which helped Hill and hindered 
Cornwall. Not a point did her entries score. 
In the broad jump, Dick Johnstone hit the 
take-off only once in three tries, but that once 
carried him over twenty feet and gave Corn- 
wall another second. 

It was evident that the fight lay between 
Hill and Cornwall, and that, in order to win, 
it would be necessary for Cornwall to score 
firsts in all of the three remaining events. As 
the audience realized that the fight was be- 
tween the largest and the smallest of the 
entries, a wave of sympathy went out toward 
Cornwall. Flags flared and fluttered through 
the different sections everywhere, and there 
was a storm of cheers and shouts, all ending 
with "Cornwall !" Above them all, however, 
could still be heard the shattering "Brck-e- 
kck-kek !" cheer of the great Hill School, which 
had sent over a thousand rooters to the games 
that day. Old Mike, who had been coaching 
Dick at the jumping-pit, came hurrying in. 

"Everybody 's yellin' for Cornwall !" he 
said. "Everybody wants us to down Hill. We 
can do it ! Now, fellows, a long cheer for 
Captain Bright, who 's goin' to win the pole- 
vault; for Joe Couteau, who 's got the fivc~ 

mile in his pocket; and for good old Freddie 
Perkins, who 's goin' to end up by takin' fir^t 
place in the mile ! Now altogether !" 

The little team stood up and gathere 1 
around Mike, who was standing on the rub- 
bing-table. Some were covered with the grime 
and sweat of their races, others were Still sick 
and faint from their efforts. Some had won 
and others had lost, but all alike joined in the 
long cheer of the Cornwall High School with 
the of the last three competitors at the 
end. The echoes had hardly died away when 
the door burst open and in rushed old Jim 
Donegan, his hat off and ^i"^ '::'istnng gray 
hair standing up like the quills of a porcupine. 
He rushed to the rubbing-table, and, catching 
up the twelve-pound shot which lay there, 
banged the long-suffering table for attention. 

"Boys," he yelled, "I 'm an old man and I 
have knocked all around the world and I 've 
seen many a grand scrap in my time, but 
never have I seen such a set of young tigers 
as you fellows are ! I 'm proud of every one 
of you I We 've got these Hill School chaps 
licked to a frazzle. All we got to do is to win 
these last three events, an' I '11 tell the world 
— we 're goin' to do it! There ain't nobody 
can down old Bill Bright or beat out Joe 
Couteau. They licked a gang of moonshiners, 
and they '11 just eat up that Hill team. More- 
over, I 've got a hunch right now that Freddie 
Perkins gobbles up the mile. Them 's my 
sentiments !" and the old man banged the 
twelve-pound shot down on the table and rush- 
ed out again, to yell for Cornwall. 

While they were finishing the finals in the 
high and low hurdles, in neither of which 
Cornwall had won a place. Will Bright had 
been vaulting surely and steadily through the 
preliminary stages of that long-drawn-out 
event, the pole-vault. At eleven feet, all the 
competitors had dropped out except Will and 
an entry from Hopkins and Hill respectively. 
Once, twice, and three times each of the others 
essayed the bar, only to fail. 

On his first try. Will soared up like a bird, 
with a perfect take-off. Then, just as he start- 
ed the arching swing which was to carry hira 
over, there was a splintering crack and the 
ash pole broke at some hidden flaw about five 
feet from the end. There was a shout of 
warning and horror from the spectators as 
Will's body plunged down headlong toward 
the jagged point. The boy's quick eye, how- 
ever, saw his danger even as he fell. With a 
writhing twist in mid air, he swung his body 
out toward the landing-pit, just grazing the 



sharp fragment, which ripped through his jer- 
sey, tearing the skin of his left side. Instant- 
ly the whole front of his running-shirt was 
stained with bright red. Half a dozen men 
rushed to pick him up, but Mike was there 
first of all. 

"Some one get a doctor !" shouted a badged 
official, bustling up. 

"I 'm going on," panted Will, recovering his 
breath, which had been knocked out of him by 
the fall, "if I can get a pole." 

"Say, Cornwall, you 're a good sport !" said 
the defeated Hill entry. "Take my pole. I 'd 
rather be beaten by you than anybody I know." 

"That 's the talk," said old Mike, heartily, 
as Will shook hands with his late opponent. 
"There 's good sporting blood in both of you." 

The Hill pole was a built-up bamboo, with 
the strength and snap of a steel spring. With 
a good run. Will made a beautiful take-off. 
Up and up he rose in the air until he was level 
with the bar. Suddenly he slid his left hand 
up to his right with a quick snap, and his body 
arched up and over the bar. His progress back 
to the dressing-house was a triumph. Half- 
way back, they met Jim Donegan tearing along 
toward them, wearing the flowing and re- 
splendent badge of an inspector of the course, 
v/hich he had inveigled out of the manage- 
ment. His duties, as he understood them, 
were to run around the field and root early 
and often for Cornwall, in spite of every at- 
tempt on the part of other officials to stop him. 

"Five more points !" he chanted ecstatically, 
patting Will gently on his moist back. "We 've 
got 'em beat !" 

Just as they reached the dressing-house, the 
five-mile event was announced. 

"Go to it, boy I" yelled old Jim to Joe Cou- 
teau, Cornwall's only entry for that event. 
"Remember how you used to run down jack- 
rabbits in the Northwest. Hustle out and tear 
off five more points for Cornwall." 

Joe grinned cheerfully around t1ie circle 
as he laced on the pair of moccasins which, like 
that other great Indian distance-runner, Deer- 
foot, he wore in place of spiked shoes. These 
moccasins and his dark face made a great 

"Hi! hi!" bellowed the Hill School con- 
tingent. "Get on to the Injun, Big Chief, 
IVoo-woo! Whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo !" and striking 
their mouths with their hands, they achieved 
what they fondly believed to be an Indian 
war-whoop. Although there were twelve 
entries, yet the crowd believed that there was 
only one man in the race. That was Lowell 

of Haverford, the record-holder who for two 
years had won the event easily. The only 
son of an old Boston family, he was much 
shocked that he should be expected to run 
against an Indian. At the end of the first 
mile he led the bunch by fully fifty yards. 

Joe as he passed the starting-post for the 
fourth time began to increase his speed. One 
by one he cut down the men ahead of him, 
and by the time that the fifth quarter was 
finished he was abreast of the little bunch of 
five runners who were toiling along nearest 
the far-away leader. Then without an effort 
and with a swinging, easy gait he began to 
go through the field. One or two tried to fight 
him off, but the steady, even gait which ate 
up the groimd like fire wore them down until 
he was running second to Lowell, who was 
now nearly a hundred yards in the lead. At 
the end of the third mile, Joe had cut this 
down to thirty yards. As he swung past the 
starting-post at the beginning of the fifth and 
last mile, it was as if a mask had suddenly 
dropped from his impassive face, so keen and 
eager and confident it showed. The long 
tireless lope quickened and quickened until 
Lowell heard the rapid, even pat-pat of moc- 
casined feet coming nearer and nearer. 
Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he 
caught sight of the dark face of the Indian 
surging up beside him. Stung by the sight, 
he put on a burst of speed and for a hundred 
yards or so drew away well ahead of his op- 
ponent. Joe kept on unconcernedly with the 
same swinging, even gait. Without looking 
at his opponent, he seemed far more interested 
in the shouting, cheering crowds in the grand 

Soon the approaching beat of the moccasins 
stung Lowell to a new effort, which for a 
moment carried him out of e^ar-shot. Yet even 
as slackened his speed, the sound of the flying 
feet behind him came relentlessly nearer and 
nearer, until the Indian's even breathing was 
at his shoulder. Again he spurted, but it was 
a last effort, and in a few moments Joe was 
once more and for the last time abreast of 
him. As they ran neck and neck, the two were 
in strange contrast. Lowell's face was wrin- 
kled and drawn as he strained every nerve and 
muscle to hold his place, while the Indian, 
with his ef¥ortless gait, seemed to regard his 
exhausted rival with an amused curiosity. At 
the end of another lap the Indian quickened 
his even stride and took the lead, drawing 
away from his opponent with every beat of 
his moccasined feet. Again and again Lowel' 




spurted gallantly; and though now and then 
he gained some of his lost distance, the gap 
between himself and the leader kept widening. 
On the last lap Joe cut loose and covered the 
distance at almost sprinting speed, finishing 
fully half a lap ahead of Lowell and breaking 
the tape and the record at the same time. 
Then, to show how little the race had taken 
out of him, he kept on for an extra lap, cheer- 
ed to the echo by every section in turn as he 
passed. Even the Hill delegation gave the 
little dark record-breaker a tremendous send- 

Cornwall had scored twenty-four points to 
twenty-five for Hill, and a roar of shouts and 
cheers swept across the field. Every thing 
depended on the last race of the day — the mile- 
run. The Kill delegation, in spite of the 
frantic efforts of four fat policemen, surged 
out and dragged across the track their mascot, 
a reluctant bull pup wearing the Hill colors, 
thereby throwing an exceeding baneful hoodoo 
on all the entries save those of Hill. Not to 
be outdone, Cornwall pulled little Pop Smith 
across the same part of the track, kicking 
and squealing and struggling while his long 
white beard waved in the wind. Havcrford 
had a band. So did Hilh Likewise Hopkins. 
And the^e bands played and tooted and fifed 

and shrilled and drummed and made every 
kind of noise that ever tortured the ear-drums 
of mankind. For fully fifteen minutes the 
pandemonium kept up, until the policemen and 
all of the officials, except one gray-haired in- 
spector of the course, were worn out in their 
attempts to restore order. 

Only in the Cornwall dressing-room was 
there silence. Mike himself gave Fred a final 
rub-down, and every man on the team crowded 
around to pat him on the back and shake his 
hand and wish him luck. It was a very cold 
hand, clammy with the weary terror of waiting 
tliat frets into the courage of the bravest. 
Fred's eyes however, had a steady fire in them, 
and his face, although white, was set as steel. 

"It 's up to you, my boy," was all Mike said. 

"I '11 do my best, Mike," returned Fred, very 
quietly. Just then the door opened and in 
burst Mr. Sanford, quite different from the 
dignified principal of the Cornwall Lligh 
School whom the boys saw every day. His 
hat was gone, his face was nearly as red as 
Jim Donegan's, and his tousled hair stood up 
like the crest of a cockatoo. He hurried up 
to Freddie, panting as if he himself had just 
come from a race. In one hand he held two 
battered, scarred running-corks, in one of 
which was a large round hole. 




"Freddie," he said, "these are my old mascot 
running-corks. I 've carried them in nearly 
a hundred races. They 're yours now. 
vSquceze 'eni hard and hring back the cham- 
[lionship to old Cornwall to-night. That round 
hole," he went on, "is 
/''^ for the middle finger of 

your right hand. Sink 
vour nail into it deep 
when you see the tape 
in sight." 

Johnnie Morgan was 
to run with Fred as 
a tcam-niate. As the 
two came out of the 
training-house, they 
stepped into a very tem- 
pest of sound. All the 
cheering before was 
like a whisper to the 
hoarse roars that swept 



hack and forth across the little arena. Moran. 
the Hill milcr, — slight and beautifully built, 
with a mocking, resolute face, — although not a 
record-holder, had won the event the year be- 
fore in fast time. He was older than most of 
the other boys, and for two years had run 
on the team of a city athletic club. He had 
undoubtedly more experience than any other 
entry there. The Cornwall entries had plan- 
nc<l to have Morgan set the pace, kee_ping it 

slow enough to allow Fred's sprint to have a 
chance in the straight. 

As the pistol cracked, John dashed across 
from the outside and took the lead. Un- 
fortunately for Fred, Moran was an old hand 
at racing, and when' he saw ]Morgan slow down 
his pace, jumped at once to the conclusion 
that the other Cornwall entry wanted to save 
himself for the finish. Racing up, he passed 
John and, taking the pole, skimmed down the 
hack-stretch at a tremendous clip. With a 
sprint, Cornwall's second string again won the 
lead as they neared the end of the first lap, but 
lost it the minute he tried to slow the pace. 
As they whirled past the starting-post in a 
bunch, Fred himself tried to set the pace, hop- 
ing to slow it down. Yet hardly had he slack- 
ened a little, when Moran went past him with 
a rush. It was evident that he intended to 
r.:ake a runaway race of it from the very start 
r.nd would take no chances in the home- 
stretch. Fred set his teeth grimly and buckled 
down to the task of following tiis pace. 

At the end of the half-mile Morgan dropped 
out. Moran still kept the lead, with Fred just 
hack of him, while right behind Fred were the 
Haverford and Hopkins entries, running 
craftily, ho])ing that the leaders might run 
themselves off their feet before the finish. For 
liie third time the first four swept past the 
starting-post, and began the bitter third quar- 
ter, that quarter which tests the very soul of 
a racer, when the ache of the distance makes 
the taxed muscles and the flagging brain alike 
cry for rest, with the finish still a weary way 
off. Moran quickened his pace a little, and 
Fred strained every muscle to hold his place. 
Ilis chest felt as if bound with a choking iron 
hand, and his legs began to acquire that 
strange, numb feeling which is the protest of 
sorely taxed muscles. 

Now it was that the long, tiresome cross- 
country runs of the winter showed their effect. 
Back of all his exhaustion, Fred still had the 
feeling of something in reserve. Yet every 
stride seemed to rack his very vitals, and the 
numbness seemed to be stealing from his legs 
to his brain. Suddenly a great gong clanged. 
The leader had passed the starting-post and 
was beginning the last lap. The sound seemed 
to tap new reserves of energy in Fred's lithe 
body, and he found himself plunging forward 
faster and faster as they whirled around the 
first curve into the back-stretch. At last came 
die final turn, and under a thunder of cheers 
the two turned into the back-stretch and quick- 
ened their speed, 




Just then from behind with a rush came up 
the Hopkins entry. On the outside he passed 
Fred and challenged Moran, who had drawn 
away a yard or so ahead. Neck and neck he 
raced with him down the stretch, but, with 
the finish still twenty yards away, suddenly 
plunged headlong, his laboring body unable 
to stand the strain which the untimely sprint 
had imposed upon it. He fell right acros> 
Moran's path, and the latter had to swerve out 
to avoid tripping over him. This was Fred's 
chance. With a staggering plunge he shot 
forward on the inside, and in another second 
was running neck and neck v.'ith the leader, 
^nly ten yards of terrible struggle lay between 
them and the thin red thread that marked the 
goal where the impassive judges and the 
timers, with stop-watches held aloft, stood. 
Fred's legs seemed made of lead. All of his 
speed at the finish seemed to have been drain- 
ed by the tremendous pace. * Bright flashes 
darted before his eyes, while the shouts of the 
spectators seemed to come from afar. 

"Come on, Freddie ! Come in ! Come in, 
Cornwell !" he beard faintly. Moran led by 

an inch at the last yard, and both boys, with 
hot, misty eyes, saw ahead of them the 
thin red thread which seemed to waver and 
move backward. Gripping the mascot corks, 
Fred's finger sank into the deep hole, and the 
feeling called him back to himself for the 
fraction of a second. Setting his teeth and 
gripping his corks until his knuckles showed 
white, he drew upon the last tiny fragment of 
reserve power which he had left, and at the 
end of last stride threw himself through the 
air like a diver. Even as he plunged uncon- 
scious, he felt the blessed pressure of the 
thread as it broke against his breast, a tiny 
inch before Moran's up-raised foot. Then the 
arms of Mike and Dpnegan were around him 
as they carried him back to the dressing-room. 

"I knew it was in you. / knew," old Mike 
said, but his voice broke even as he spoke. 

It seemed a long time after, although it 
was only a few minutes, when Freddie opened 
his eyes again. The first thing he saw were 
the admiring faces of Will and Joe. The first 
thing he heard was Will's whisper. 

"You 're going with us after the Blue Pearl !" 

(To be continued) 



Where the pipes of Pan were playing 
Underneath the August moon. 

And the fairy hosts were dancing 

To the lilting, laughing tune. 

Now the legions of the winter 
Shout across the whirling snow, 

And their brazen trumpets clamor 

Where the hill crests gleam and glow. 

Sweet are pipes of Pan when playing 

Underneath a golden moon. 
When the cherry-trees are blooming 

And each blossom has a tune; 

But the bugles of the winter 
Have a summons gay to hear 

When they call us out to battle 
With a high and ringing cheer. 

Hear the summons of the trumpets 
Rolling down the valleys far; 
Coward is the heart that lingers 

Where the glowing wood-fires are! 
Hear the challenge of the bugles 

Calling from their stormy posts, 
Daring us to meet in battle 

With the winter's snowy hosts! 



Everybody stood in awe of Miss Blakely and 
said she was proud, stingy, and queer. She 
was a stern-visaged woman, nearing the fif- 
tieth mile-stone, and she Hved alone in a huge 
house with two servants. No one visited her, 
except, of course, a very few intimate friends, 
and little children actually whispered when 
they passed the premises. 

But something happend one autumn. Jane 
Herriot, aged ten, with the warmest of brown 
eyes, the sunniest of curls, and the gentlest of 
hearts, moved into Miss Blakely's neighbor- 
hood. She had not heard the unpleasant tales 
concerning Miss Blakely, for somehow or 
other Jane did not hear unpleasant things; 
and perhaps if she had heard, she would not 
have believed them. So one morning she stood 
for a great length of time outside the great 
iron fence, gazing upon the bare trees and 
shrubbery, and the fountain, and thinking 
what a delightful place it must be in summer- 
time. Then she saw Miss Blakely come out 
on the pillared porch and walk slowly up and 

"I suppose she is very lonely," thought Jane. 
"I think I '11 go in to see her some day — to- 
morrow, maybe, if Mother says it is all right. 
And I know what I '11 do: I '11 take her one 
of Julia's eggs." Julia was Jane's pet hen, 
and she thought one of Julia's eggs would be 
quite the choicest gift she could take when 
she paid a call. 

So the next day, after obtaining her moth- 
er's permission, Jane went to see Miss Blakely. 
Hannah, the kind-looking serving-woman, was 
a little dubious about admitting Jane, but Jane 
assured her, with the most engaging smile, that 
Miss Blakely would be glad to see her and be- 
sides, she had a present which she wanted very 
much to give her. Then Hannah, shaking her 
gray head a trifle uncertainly, led the undis- 
mayed Jane into the great library, filled with 
endless books and huge furniture. 

"Sit down," she said, trying to speak coldly; 
but certainly she found it difficult, for Jane 
had such lovable ways that it took a great 
deal of courage for any one to be the least bit 
unpleasant to her. "I '11 go see if Miss Blake- 
ly will come down." 

Miss Blakely came down, plainly provoked 
at Hannah for permitting Jane to cross the 
threshold, but curious to see what sort of 
child this was who would dare to come to her 

house without being invited. So she stood in 
the doorway, severely surveying Jane whh 
her cold blue eyes. 

"How d' ye do. Miss Blakely?" said Jane, 
instantly jumping up. "I 've been wanting to 
come to see you ever since we moved into the 
bungalow. You know, we live now in the 
bungalow at the end of the street." 

Miss Blakely made no reply. She continued 
to stand stock-still, her lips pressed in a rigid 
line, thinking she had never come in contact 
with a more forward-talking child. 

"Maybe you 've seen me standing outside," * 
pursued Jane, wishing Miss Blakely would 
come into the room and be more sociable ; "but 
I suppose not, or you would have called me 

Miss Blakely jiarrowed her eyes. Hannah, 
standing slightly behind her mistress, nervous- 
ly rubbed her hands, hoping against hope that 
Miss Blakely would not hurt the little girl's 

"And I have brought you a present," Jane 
went on, blissfully unmindful of her frigid re- 

"Present !" Miss Blakely had at last found 
her voice, also her eye-glasses, for she sud- 
denly popped them on her sharp nose and 
gazed at Jane a trifle more keenly. "What 
sort of present could you bring me, you silb 

Jane thought a moment. She was not al- 
together pleased at being called silly, but sud- 
denly she remembered that her mother had 
said Miss Blakely was not used to children, 
so perhaps she thought they were all silly. 

"I have brought you an egg," Jane an- 
nounced, stepping slightly forward. 

"An egg? Absurd!" Miss Blakely exclaim- 
ed. "What do you think I want with an egg?" 

"But it 's one of Julia's eggs, and Julia is — " 

"Ridiculous !" snapped Miss Blakely, plain- 
ly exasperated. "I suppose your mother put 
you up to this nonsense." 

"Oh, no !" Jane hastened to say, somewhat 
crestfallen. "Mother does n't know I brought 
the egg." 

"Well, no wonder you 're such a bold child," 
retorted Miss Blakely, "allowed to run wild 
this way." 

"But I don't run wild," said Jane, peril- 
ously near tears. "And if you think you don't 
want the egg. I '11 go." 



"You -should never have come," w^as Miss 
Blakely's sharp rejoinder. "Show her out, 
Hannah. The very idea of presuming to 
come to a place where you were not invited !" 
she added, more to herself than to the aston- 
ished Jane. 

Hannah stepped on the front porch after 
Jane and very carefully 
shut the door and said 
good-by in the kindest 
possible way. 

"Good-by," Jane re- 
plied, feeling very sorry 
that she had made the 
call. But she comforted 
herself with thinking 
Miss Blakely was not 
well and regretting that 
she had not asked for 
that lady's health. Be- 
yond a doubt, that was 
the whole trouble. And 
the very next day, 
when Miss Blakely 
rode by in her v/onder- 
ful automobile, the au- 
dacious Jane (Miss 
Blakely thought she 
was audacious) ran 
out, waving her hand. 

"Well, what is it?" 
Miss Blakely asked 
after she had told her 
chauffeur to stop, and 
felt very much annoyed 
to think she would let 
a chit of child make her 
do something against 
her will. 

"I 'm sorry I went 
to see you yesterday," 
said Jane, standing on 
tiptoe. "But when 
you 're well, I 'd like 
to come again." Jane 
had really concluded 
Miss Blakely was sick. 
"And maybe then you 
will be glad to see me." 

"Humph !" retorted Miss Blakely. "Go on, 

After that, Miss Blakely kept seeing Jane, 
and Jane invariably nodded her sunny head 
and smiled and waved her hand, and the curi- 
ous part was that Miss Blakely did not appear 
so terribly displeased. As a matter of fact, 
though she would not have admitted it to a 

living soul, it was refreshing to find some one 
who did not stand in awe of her. Then one 
day the. almost impossible happened, for the 
automobile actually stopped at the bungalow 
by Miss Blakely's order and Jane was invited 
to go for a ride. 

"I wish you would come to see us some time, 

"she stood 


Miss Blakely," begged Jane, when at last they 
were back, and after Jane had ef¥usively ex- 
pressed her thanks for the lovely drive. 

"We shall see," answered Miss Blakely. 
She was wondering, as she drove away, if she 
had done the right thing in taking Jane out 
and thereby encouraging the child's extremely 
friendly nature. But at least she was glad 




she had made bp for the inhospitable recep- 
tion she had given Jane the day she came with 
the egg. 

Strange things happen. Shortly after that, 
Miss Blakely was taken sick, and when, at 
length, she was convalescing she discovered 
she wanted to see Jane ; in fact, she wanted 
to see her so much that Hannah was stopped 
from her work one afternoon and went post- 
haste to bring Jane. Jane explained to Han- 
nah that her mother was out, but, as soon as 
she returned, she would be right up. 

"Where does your mother go and leave you 
so much ?" Miss Blakely asked a little fret- 
fully when Jane finally put in her appearance. 

"Oh, did n't you know my mother gives 
music-lessons to lots of children ?" asked Jane, 
drawing up a small rocker close beside Miss 
Blakely. "She is helping Daddy pay for our 
bungalow, and I 'm helping, too." 

"And pray tell what can you do to help pay 
for a house?" demanded Miss Blakely, her 
eyes dwelling curiously upon Jane. 

"Well," said Jane, leaning forward and 
clasping her little hands, and looking straight 
into Miss Blakely's face, "it was this way. I 
saved up my money and bought Julia. She is 
the most wonderful layer, jMother says, that 
ever was; and I sell her eggs and put the 
money with the money Mother makes, and you 
would be surprised how it counts up." 

"You don't say !" briefly commented Miss 

"And Daddy says every little bit helps," 
Jane proceeded. "But he says goodness only 
knows when we will ever get it paid for, with 
things so high. Still, I am glad eggs are high, 
for when I get a whole dozen it seems like an 
awful lot of money." 

"How was it you brought me one of those 
eggs when you were saving them to sell?" 
questioned Miss Blakely, her keen eyes fast- 
ened intently upon Jane. 

"Because I wanted you to have one," 
promptly returned Jane. "You see, Julia is 
really and truly mine; and when I give away 
one of her eggs, I give away something that is 
really and truly mine and the nicest thing to 

"I see," said Miss Blakely. "I was under 
the impression that children were selfish and 
greedy. You don't appear to be so." 

Jane made no reply. She was thinking how 
thin and pale Miss Blakely looked, and feeling 
very sorry for her. 

"What does your father do to make a living, 
Jane?" Miss Blakely suddenly inquired. 

"He is the head bookkeeper at the Harvev 
paper-mills," said Jane ; "and we are paying 
Mr. Harvey for our house." 

"You '11 be a long time paying Benjamin 
Harvey," observed Miss Blakely, in a sharp 
voice. "Oh, well, that is none of my affair," 
she added, a moment later. "Xow, Jane, I am 
going to let you ring that silver bell on my 
desk, and Hannah will bring us some tea and 

Jane jumped up, only too delighted to obey 
such a pleasing order, and pretty soon in came 
Hannah, broadly smiling, and carrying a tray 
of all kinds of delightful things. 

"Oh, it looks like Christmas !" tinkled Jane. 
"And, please, may I help you, Hannah?" 

"Now, ain't she the thoughtful little thing?" 
asked Hannah. "Yes, indeedy, honey, you 
can hand Miss Blakely a napkin and her grape- 

Jane was so delighted that she fairly danced 
forward to serve ]Miss Blakely. Then Hannah 
suggested that it would be nice to draw up a 
small table between them, and Miss Blakely 
agreed that it would be more comfortable. 

"What lovely times you must have Christ- 
mas !" she said, her happy eyes traveling over 
the inviting repast. She did not see the scowl 
which suddenly grew above Miss Blakely's 

"I think holidays are tiresome and stupid," 
Miss Blakely said abruptly. 

"Yes, you do get very tired," agreed Jane. 
"Mother and I go so many places and do so 
much that Daddy says we are just no account 
before the day is over." 

"What do you do to make you so tired ?" in- 
quired Miss Blakely, pouring the tea from a 
nice fat teapot. 

Jane's blue eyes sparkled as she proceeded 
to tell of the fun she and her mother had. 

"Why we carry gifts around, just little 
things we have made, and of course we have 
to stay a little while at each place; but, oh, 
it 's lovely ! And what do you think Daddy 
says, Miss Blakely?" 

"I am sure I don't know," answered Miss 
Blakely. "What does he say?" 

"Well, he says if we don't stop, he is going 
to make us join that dreadful society somebody 
got up about not giving Christmas presents." 
Jane made a funny little grimace. "But, of 
course, he does n't mean it." 

"I suppose," said Miss Blakely, "you are re- 
ferring to the Society for the Prevention of 
Useless Giving— the S. P. U. G." 

"That 's it !" Jane laughed right out loud, 




and Hannah told William afterward she did 
not mean a bit of harm when she said it al- 
most sounded heavenly to hear such precious 
laughter ringing in that lonely house. "But 
the things we give are n't useless at all," Jane 
proceeded. "I just wish we could give them 


some useless things, and so does Daddy, for 
he was only funning about that society. We 
have some pet families — may I please pour 
some tea?" Jane broke off. "It 's such a funny, 
fat pot, is n't it?" 

Miss Blakely nodded in assent. Then, 
"What do you mean by 'pet' families?" 

"Well, the ones we kind of take a special 
interest in," tinkled Jane. "There are the 
Ames's, you know, who are so awfully poor. 

Their father was killed on the railroad, and 
their mother has to be out all day working, 
oh, so very hard that it just hurts you to look 
at her. Well, of course, we have to give them 
what Mother calls 'practical' things. This 
year. Mother has knit the cunningest sweaters 
for the twins out of 
an old one of hers ; 
and she made Horace, 
who is my age, two 
shirts out of Daddy's ; 
and we have the nicest 
fix-up dress for Mrs. 
Ames, fixed from things 
you 'd never believe!" 
Jane's lovely little face 
was all aglow when 
she lifted it to Miss 
Blakely's and found 
that lady interested i'l 
her recital. "But, still, 
there are many things 
we just have to buy, 
like stockings an,l 
gloves; and we are gc- 
ing to give old Mrs. 
Harper a bag of flou/, 

"I should think it 
would bankrupt you," 
interrupted Miss Blake- 
ly, "considering you are 
trying so hard to pay 
for your house." 

"Mother says it near- 
ly does," Jane replied. 
"But, you see, we don't 
give much to e a c li 

Miss Blakely gazed 
vipon her small guest 
in genuine amazement. 

"You mean to tell 
me you do without to 
give to these poor 
families ?" 
Jane nodded her sun- 
ny head. "Did Hannah make these nice 
cakes ?" she asked. 

Hannah stepped forward, all smiles. "You 
like them, do you, honey?" 

"They are just scrum — " Jane remembered 
she was out visiting and refrained from say- 
ing "scrumtious." Then, pretty soon, it was 
time to go home, and after declaring to Miss 
Blakely over and over again that she had 
never had such a perfectly lovely time, she 



fairly flew to the bungalow to tell her mother 
of her wonderful visit. 

And one afternoon a week later, when Miss 
Blakely was strong enough to go out, she 
stopped at the bungalow; and Jane's pretty 
little mother ran out to the automobile, begging 
Miss Blakely to come in, and then thanking 
her for all her kindness to Jane. 

"Tut! Tut!" said Miss Blakely, who could 
think of nothing else to say. Then, "Is Jane 
home ?" 

"Just back from school," replied Mrs. Her- 
riot. "I will call her." 

"I want to borrow her," Miss Blakely pur- 
sued, "for a little shopping expedition. I am 
not any too strong yet, and I think Jane could 
give me a great deal of assistance." 

"Oh, dear me!" cried Mrs. Herriot, looking 
and acting very much like a little girl herself, 
"Jane will be wild with joy. Why, you are 
just perfectly lovely to her, Miss Blakely." 
And excusing herself, she hurried into the 
house and soon came out with Jane, who was 
radiant at the prospect of helping Miss Blakely 
v/ith her shopping. Then Jane kissed her 
mother good-by, hopped into the big car beside 
Miss Blakely, and away they sped down the 

"Now, Jane," began Miss Blakely, "I am 
interested in your 'pet families.' I have been 
ever since the day you had tea with me." 

"Then maybe you will go around with us 
Christmas morning when we take the pres- 
ents?" cried Jane, clapping her hands. 

"No, I won't do that," replied Miss Blake- 
ly. "I am going to let them come to me — 
that is, the children of the families." 

"At your house, Miss Blakely?" asked Jane, 
in astonishment. 

"At my house," repeated Miss Blakely. 

"But, Miss Blakely, are you sure — " Jane 
paused a moment. "You don't like children. 

"Not as a rule," interrupted Miss Blakely, 
"but you set me thinking — in fact, it has annoyed 
me that I could not think of anything else. 
And I have also thought a great deal about 
you and your parents being perfectly willing 
to do without things to help those miserable 
people who were absolutely nothing to you." 

"But it makes us very happy," said Jane. 

"Very well," proceeded Miss Blakely. "And 
if it makes you so happy, I am going to see 
what it will do for me — that is, with your 
help. So my idea is to get a tree, Jane," she 
went on, "trim it beautifully, hang their gifts 
on it, and invite the children of these 'pet 

families' of yours to come to my house on 
Christmas morning." 

Jane was fairly bubbling with suppressed 
excitement. "Oh, it 's too wonderful !" she 
cried in soft ecstasy. "Why, you must be the 
very kindest person in the world, Miss Blake- 

"But I am not," Miss Blakely quickly de- 
nied. "I have, however, made up my mind to 
find out- if I have been cheating myself of 
something, and I hope to know this Christ- 

That afternoon the sales-people and others 
in the various shops looked in blank astonish- 
ment as little Jane Herriot and "queer stingy 
Miss Blakely" went about their shopping. 
Jane was too happy for words. It seemed too 
wonderful to be true to be actually buying 
things for the Ames's, the Hills, the Harpers 
and McCloskys that she had never dreamed 
it would be possible to give them. Occasion- 
ally, she caught Miss Blakely's hand and gave 
it a warm little squeeze; and Miss Blakely, 
who had never indulged in such an adventure, 
began to feel curiously warm and glad all over. 

It was a very wonderful tree that Miss 
Blakely and Jane, with William's assistance, 
trimmed a few days later. There were prac- 
tical gifts, to be sure, but there were certain- 
ly any number of other gifts which the S. P- 
U. G.'s would undoubtedly have frowned up- 
on. Why, there were dolls, mechanical toys, 
horns, a wee piano for the Ames baby, an ex- 
press-wagon for the twins, games, and so on 
and so on, until Jane declared she was dizzy in 
getting them straightened out. Hannah simp- 
ly could not stay in the kitchen, where de- 
licious odors came from the oven. Never be- 
fore had so much fun and excitement gone on 
in that house. 

The front door-bell pealed, and pretty soon 
Hannah came in to say Mr. Harvey was in 
the parlor and would like to see Miss Blakely 
for a few minutes. Miss Blakely turned sharp- 
ly. Hannah's quick eyes saw the slightest 
semblance of color come into her pale cheeks, 
and then Miss Blakely did something she had 
never done in another's presence — she looked 
at herself in the mirrow before she left the 

"WiUiam," whispered Hannah, "it 's been 
twenty-two years this Christmas since he set 
foot in this house. What does it mean?" 

"I 'm not one to tell things that ain't my 
business," returned William, in an undertone, 
"but day before yesterday I drove her out to 
the Harvey paper-mills, and they talked. 




They did !" ended William, solemnly shaking 
his gray head. 

"Well, I never !" exclaimed poor Hannah, 
sinking into a chair. 

William nodded toward Jane. 

"I 'd say so," said Hannah. She 's bound to 
bring luck, bless her little heart !" 

"Hannah," Jane said, turning around, "I 
want you to do something for me, please. 
Here is something I have made for Miss 

Blakely's aristocratic front door such a crowd 
of chattering, laughing, happy boys and girls 
that the whole neighborhood was set astir. 
Jane and her mother and father had arrived 
beforehand, wishing Miss Blakely a "Happy 
Christmas !" and Miss Blakely declared the 
wash-cloths with the gay borders, which Jane 
had crocheted her very self, were quite the 
prettiest ones she had ever seen. Hannah 
stepped forward to thank Jane for a cunning 

Blakely, and I want you to tie it on the tree 
early in the morning, before she comes down." 

"I guess there 's nothing Hannah would n't 
do for you, you little darlin'," answered Han- 
nah, patting Jane's bright curls. 

Then Miss Blakely came in, and somehow 
or other she seemed different from what she 
had been when she left the room, and her 
eyes held a sparkle, and there was something 
like a tremor in her voice when she said: 

"Hannah, Mr. Harvey will eat Christmas 
dinner with us." 

On Christmas morning there came to Miss 

pin-cushion; and William said never had he 
owned such a beautiful necktie; but, best of 
all, Jane had knit it. Then Hannah oi)ened 
wide the library doors, and there came an up- 
roarious, "Merry Christmas !" from the crowd. 

When those children actually beheld the 
tree ablaze with lights and a-glitter with 
decorations, they appeared spellbound. Not 
a word, not a sound came from them. They 
simply stood in silent awe and amazement. 
Nor did the grown-ups know what to do; they, 
too, were silent, looking at the children with 
blurry eyes. But Jane knew what to do. 



"This tree is yours, children," she said in 
her direct way. "You remember I told you 
that Miss Blakely had a perfectly wonderful 
surprise for you. This is it," gesturing to- 
ward the shimmering tree, with its weight of 
amazing packages. "So you can hunt for your 
names, and when you find them, you must 
thank Miss Blakely, for she is about the very 
kindest person in the world." 

"Jane !" protested I\Iiss Blakely. Her 
cheeks had gro^vn pink and her eyes were 
bright, and Jane's mother thought her pretty. 

Then there was shouting and laughing, and 
[ane, right in the midst of the crowd, was 
helping them find their names and just as eag- 
er with delight as they when the paper was 
torn from the packages and the gifts revealed. 
Oh, what an hour it was ! Never had there 
been so much laughter, noise, and joy in the 
Blakely house. Never had so much genuine 
happiness stirred Miss Blakely's heart. 

Suddenly, Hannah was having her turn. 
She was inviting them in the dining-room; 
and this time it was Jane who could not be- 
lieve her eyes. There was the table with 
lighted candelabra, wreaths of holly encirc- 
ling them, and loaded down with fruits, nuts, 
cakes, and candies, besides a bag at each place 
to be taken home to the parents. It was so 
wonderful that Jane could think of nothing 
to say. So, while they were being served, she 

stole back to the library to take a peep at the 
tree. Suddenly Miss Blakely was beside her. 

"Jane," she said in a low voice, "you must 
have missed your name." 

"Why, I did n't look for my name," answer- 
ed Jane, in surprise. 

"Did n't you expect anything?" asked Miss 
Blakely, studying the sweet, upturned face. 

"Not with all this," replied Jane. 

"Well, suppose you run your hand 'way in- 
side the tree," suggested Miss Blakely. 

Jane obeyed, bringing out a long envelop. 

"Why, I don't understand," she said, with a 
puzzled face, as she drew out a document. 

"It means, Jane," said Miss Blakely, "that 
your bungalow is paid for. It 's my gift to yon." 

"Oh !" "cried Jane, in breathless wonder. 
"But, no, it can't be, and maybe you should n't, 
and besides, I don't deserve it. I — I have n't 
done anything for you — oh, dear, I don't know 
what to say ! And Mother and Daddy will not 
want you to do so much, dear Miss Blakely." 

"It is all right, Jane," Miss Blakely said, 
her hand coming down affectionately on Jane's 
little shoulder. "I will make it all right with 
your mother and father, for you, my dear, 
have given me a priceless gift — you have 
shown me how to be happy in making others 
happy. You have given me a great deal, Jane, 
more than you realize, and God bless you for 
your happy heart !" 



Author of "The Boarded-up ITou=o," "The Slipper-Point Mystery," etc., etc. 


Life in a big hotel, in a city teeming with war worl<, was a new experience to Patricia Meade. She 
had come there to stay for three months with her father, Captain Meade, lately returned from overseas, 
who was in the city on a secret mission for the government. During their first evening in the hotel, he 
warns her to beware of spies and foreign secret agents, who were everywhere, and who. he fears, will try 
to discover his secret. At dinner, that night, Patricia objects to their waiter, whom she dislikes at first 
sight and fears is a spy ; brt her father laughs at her fears. Later she notices, at a near-by table, a beau- 
tiful woman and a young girl of her own age, who piques her curiosity by her rather unusual appearance 
and conduct. Patricia discovers after dinner that these two are occupants of the room directly opposite 
hers, and happens to catch the young girl watching her from the doorway. They strike up an acquaint- 
ance, which pleases Patricia, but the young girl's strange manner, half friendly, half repellent, puzzles her. 
She resolves, however, to try to become better ac(|uainted with this odd neighbor. 



I NT Spite of her resolution to get better ac- 
quainted with her mysterious neighljor, how- 
ever, Patricia made no further progress in 
that direction for several days. These were 

spent in a round of sight-seeing with her fath- 
er through the big, busy manufacturing city in 
which they were staying, at present so ab- 
sorbed in its war work and munition making. 
After that came a series of delightful trolley- 
trips through distant and picturesque parts of 
the surrounding country. And when she was 



at leisure at all, Patricia spent not a little time 
with Mrs. Quale, finding a real delight in her 
quaint, sunny, comfortable company. During 
their wanderings, it chanced that she and her 
father took few meals at the hotel. And thus 
it fell out that she saw nothing, or almost 
nothing, of the curious couple that had so in- 
terested her on the first night. Once, indeed, 
she did have a brief glimpse of them at break- 
fast, but the older woman only acknowledged 
her presence by a friendly little nod. The girl 
never so much as turned her head or looked in 
Patricia's direction. 

Then, on the sixth morning after their ar- 
rival, came a change. Captain Meade an- 
nounced it as they were taking their leisurely 

"We 've done all the gadding about that 
I '11 be able to indulge in for a while," he told 
her. "I must settle down to business now, 
and I 'm afraid you '11 be left pretty much on 
your own hands." 

"Well, to tell the truth, I don't mind very 
much," she replied lazily dallying with the 
grape-fruit. "I 'm so tired of being on the go 
that I '11 appreciate a little rest and quietness." 

"I must go off this morning to be gone al- 
most all day," went on Captain Meade. "You 
will be a little lonely, perhaps, but there 's al- 
ways Mrs. Quale. Don't rush her too much, 
however. Remember she 's a very busy wo- 
man. But you can always turn to her in 
emergencies or if you need advice." 

"No, I won't bother her," returned Patricia, 
"and I think I '11 spend the morning over at 
the sea-wall in the park. I love it there, and 
it 's just the place to take some knitting and 
a book and perhaps write some letters. Will 
you be back to lunch ?" 

"I hardly expect to. Order a lunch sent to 
the room, or go down to the dining-room if 
you prefer, but don't wait for me." 

"Oh, I '11 have my luncheon sent up-stairs, I 
guess," sighed Patricia. "I detest that Peter 
vStoger more every time I see him. I feel as 
if he were spying on me constantly. I can't 
understand why you don't realize it, too." 

The captain smiled as they rose to leave the 
table. "Poor Peter would be surprised, and 
horrified probably, if he realized he was pos- 
ing as a German spy for your benefit. But 
suit yourself, Patricia, about luncheon, and 
don't be alarmed if I 'm not back till late. If 
I 'm not here by dinner-time, ask Mrs. Quale 
if you may dine at her table." 

"I surely will," agreed Patricia." And I — 

\ I beg your pardon !" The latter remark 

she addressed suddenly to the handsome wo- 
man whom she now knew as Madame Van- 
derpoel, who was breakfasting alone at her 
own table, and, as they were passing, had 
touched Patricia, a trifle hesitantly, on the 

"It is I that must beg your pardon," she 
answered. "I am going to be so bold as to 
ask a very great favor, though I do not even 
know you, but I am in great trouble and per- 
plexity this morning." 

"Why, I '11 be glad to do anything, of 
course," began Patricia, in surprise. 

"I was sure you would. I read it in your 
face. That is why I ask," Madame Vander- 
poel hurried on. "I am called away to New 
York this morning on the most urgent busi- 
ness — something that cannot be postponed. 
Unfortunately, my dear little charge, Virginie, 
Mademoiselle de Vos, is quite miserable — a 
violent nervous headache; she is subject to 
them frequently, poor little soul ! I dread to 
leave her alone all day in the care only of that 
stupid chambermaid, yet my business is such 
that I simply cannot postpone it. Would it be 
imposing too much on your kindness to ask 
you to stop in there occasionally, just for a 
moment or two, to see that she is as comfort- 
able as possible ? You are, I believe, just 
across the hall from us, so it would not be a 
long journey." 

"Why, I '11 be delighted to !" agreed Pa- 
tricia, heartily. "I '11 sit with her just as long 
as she cares to have me. Don't worry about 
her at all. I 'm famous as a nurse, too, for 
my mother never has been very well, and I 'm 
used to waiting on her." 

"Oh, thank you so much !" breathed Madame 
Vanderpoel, seemingly much relieved. I '11 be 
so much easier in mind. I leave almost at 
once after breakfast. Go in as soon as you 
like. Just knock at the door and open it. I '11 
leave it unlocked. I can never repay your 

"That solves the problem of my day for me, 
Daddy," remarked Patricia, when they were 
back in their rooms. "I '11 stay around here 
and visit Virginie de Vos (My! but I 'm glad 
I know her name at last!) every little while. 
I 've been real anxious to meet her, and did n't 
know how I was going to get the chance." 

But the captain frowned a little doubtfully. 
"It 's all right, I suppose, and you could n't 
very well refuse, but I rather wish you did n't 
have to come in contact with any strangers 
here. . They may be all right — and they may 
not. These are queer times, and you can't 



trust any one. Get Mrs. Quale to go in with 
you, if possible, and don't stay there more 
than fifteen minutes at any time." 

Patricia opened her eyes wide with aston- 
ishment. "Well, of all things! You don't 
suspect people like that of — of anything queer, 
do you ?" 

"I suspect no one, and trust no one in this 
entire establishment except, of course, Airs. 
Quale. But don't get another attack of 'spies 
on the brain, just because I warned you to be 
ordinarily cautious. It 's probably all right. 
I '11 be back by eight o'clock, anyway. Now, 
good-by, honey, and take care of yourself." 

Patricia waited until nearly ten o'clock be- 
fore essaying her first visit to the sick girl 
across the hall. Then, obedient to her father's 
injunction, she called up Mrs. Quale on the 
house telephone, to ask if that lady would find 
it convenient to accompany her. But the clerk 
at the desk informed her that Mrs. Quale had 
gone out for the day, leaving only her maid. 
Patricia had seen this woman several times, 
quiet, elderly, and noticeably hard of hearing, 
and who, Mrs. Quale said, had been in her 
service for many years. So Patricia was left 
with no alternative but to make her first ven- 
ture alone. 

"I 'm sure Daddy would n't want me to neg- 
lect the poor little sick thing, even if Mrs. 
Quale is n't there," she told herself as she 
knocked at the door of number 404, across the 

She had vaguely expected to find the sick 
girl in bed, her head swathed in bandages, the 
room darkened and orderly. The sight that 
met her eyes as she entered, at a half-muffled 
"Come in," was as different as possible from 
that picture. The room was in great disorder, 
and bright with the glare of the morning sun. 
Both of the twin-beds were unmade — and 
empty. But at one of the windows, her back 
to the room, stood Virginie de Vos, staring out 
into the street. She did not turn round as 
Patricia entered. 

"I beg your pardon — good morning," ven- 
tured Patricia, timidly. "I came at the re- 
quest of your — of Madame Vanderpoel, who 
said you were ill. Is there anything I can do 
for you? Ought n't you to be in bed?" 

Still with her back to her visitor, Virginie 
shook her head. Suddenly, however, she 
whirled around. Her eyes were red and swol- 
len with crying, but there were no tears in 
them now. 

"Thank you — oh, very much ! It is so 
thoughtful of you to come ! My head does not 

ache — at least, not now. I am better. I do 
not need any care." 

"But surely, there must be something the 
matter ! You — you cannot be feeling quite 
well. Madame Vanderpoel said you were suf- 
fering severely," returned Patricia, thorough- 
ly puzzled. 

"Whatever it was, I am better now," mut- 
tered the girl, almost sullenly. "But you are 
— you are so kind !" she added, and her eyes 
lit up with a friendly gleam for an instant. 

"Look here," cried Patricia, in sudden de- 
termination, "perhaps you are feeling better, 
but your headache may return. Now, I have 
a plan to propose. It 's very hot and glaring 
and noisy in this room. You see, it 's on the 
street side and you get all the racket from this 
busy avenue. Beside that, it has n't been made 
up yet. Come over and spend the morning in 
our sitting-room with me. It 's so quiet and 
pleasant there, for it faces on the little park 
at the back. I '11 darken it up, and you can lie 
on the couch, and I '11 read or talk to you — or 
just let you alone to sleep. Please come !" 

Her manner was so cordial, so urgent and 
convincing, that Virginie visibly wavered. 

"I ought — I ought not." She hesitated. 
"You do not know — you cannot know — " 

"Oh, nonsense !" cried Patricia, impatient- 
ly. "What earthly reason could there be for 
not coming? Just come right along, and we '11 
have a lovely time. I 'm awfully lonesome, 
and you probably would be, too, alone here all 
day. So come !" 

Very reluctantly the girl assented and fol- 
lowed Patricia. Once established in the cool, 
pleasant, half-darkened sitting-room, howevef, 
her hesitancy seemed suddenly to vanish. Pa- 
tricia insisted that she occupy the couch, which 
she finally consented to do, though patently 
more to please her hostess than herself. 

"I am not sick ; my head does not ache at 
all. Madame Vanderpoel was — er — mistaken." 
And, indeed, she looked the picture of health, 
now that her eyes were returning to a normal 

"Never mind. She must have been worried 
about you, or she would n't have asked me to 
see to you. So lie down here for a while, and 
I '11 sit by you and do this fancy-work. I 
suppose 1 ought to be knitting, but I do get so 
tired of it at times. Do you ever embroider?" 

"Ah, I — I love it !" cried Virginie, in sud- 
den enthusiasm. "Anything of the — artistic 
I love and have studied to do." It was when 
she grew excited, Patricia noticed, that her 
language became a trifle confused. 


"Tell me," Patricia suddenly asked — "that 
is, if you don't mind — what nationality are 
you ? I had thought perhaps you were 

The girl's manner again grew restrained. 
But she only replied in a voice very low and 
tense, "I am a Belgian !" 

Patricia impulsively dropped on her knees 
by the couch and took both of Virginie's 
hands in her own. 

"You poor, poor darling !" she murmured. 
"And did you — were you driven out of the 
country ?" 

"We lived in Antwerp," Virginie replied 
simply. "My father and I have always lived 
there. My mother is long dead. When the 
war came, I was being educated — in one of 
the best schools. At first it was thought there 
would be no danger. Antwerp was thought to 
be — what you call — impregnable. Then, when 
the Germans had taken Malines and Louvain 
and Liege, Madame Vanderpoel (she is my 
mother's sister-in-law), came to take me away 
from the school, to take me to England. She 
told my father it was too dangerous, that he 
should flee also. But he would not go. He is 
an old man, and I am the last of his children. 
He was too old for army service, but he said 
he would remain and defend his villa there in 
Antwerp. He declared the city could not be 
taken. But he insisted that I go away to Eng- 
land — to safety. He sent me from him, though 
it broke our two hearts — and I have never 
seen him since. You know what happened to 

She hid her face in the pillows and shook 
with unrepressed sobbing. Patricia knew not 
what to say to comfort the stricken girl. For 
several moments she only smoothed the dark 
hair in silence, but her touch was evidently 
soothing, for Virginie presently sat up and 
dried her eyes. She Continued no further, 
however, with any personal disclosures. 

"We too have suffered," began Patricia, 
thinking to divert her mind from herself, — 
"suffered dreadfully. You .know, my father 
went over with the army when the war first 
broke out here, and when we bade him good- 
by, we knew there was a big chance of nevei 
seeing him again. But when we got word, a 
few months later, that he had been wounded 
and taken prisoner by the Germans, we were 
sure we should n't. The suspense was simply 
frightful. I never want to go through such 
a thing again as long as I live. Six long 
months it was, and we had no idea what had 
happened to him. We almost hoped he was 


dead, because the things we read of as hap- 
pening to the prisoners were so unspeakable. 
And then he escaped and came back to us — 
we never knew a thing about it till he was 
brought home one day. I thought Mother 
would die with the joy of it. She 's in a sani- 
tarium now — getting over the shock of it all. 
So, you see, Virginie dear, I know what you 
have suffered, and I 'm sure your troubles are 
going to vanish — just as ours did." 

But Virginie only shook her head. "It is 
not possible. You do not know all — you can- 
not. My father is — perhaps — worse than 
dead. He — but still, I feel very close to you. 
We have both suffered. We understand — 
each other. I — I love you !" And she kissed 
Patricia impulsively on both cheeks. 

Another silence followed, the girls sitting 
close together on the couch, in wordless, un- 
derstanding sympathy. Suddenly Virginie 
sprang to her feet, her dark eyes gleaming. 
"Hush ! Listen !" she cried. "I heard a 
strange rustling outside the door. Can it be — 
some one listening?" She hurried to the door 
and pulled it open, Patricia close at her heels. 
The corridor was empty. 

"It was probably only a maid going by,' 
laughed Patricia. "You 're as scary as I am, 
I do believe. I heard it, too. But let 's go and 
settle down again. I "ni sure we 're going to 
be the best kind of friends. Is n't it lucky 
we 're right across the hall from each other?" 

But Virginie did not assent to the latter 
question. Instead, she put one of her own. 
"Do you speak French at all ?" she inquired. 
"I have studied the English, but I speak it with 
difficulty. I //;;'///; only in French, and I can 
express myself better in that tongue. It is 
my native language." 

"Oh, I 'd love to talk French with you !" 
agreed Patricia, joyfully. "Father made me 
study it and speak it with him ever since I 
was a httle girl. But I have n't had much 
practice in it lately, and I don't believe my 
accent is very good. We '11 use it all the time, 
and you can tell me when I make mistakes." 

So they began to chatter in French, to Vir- 
ginie's evident relief, and her manner pres- 
ently lost much of its restraint. At noon 
Patricia sent down for a delicious luncheon 
to be served for them both in the room, but 
was thoroughly disgusted to find that her pet 
aversion, Peter Stoger, had been sent up with 
it. And though he seemed anxious to arrange 
the table for them, she summarily dismissed 
him, shutting and locking the door after him 
with a shudder. 




"I thoroughly detest that man," she con- 
fided to Virginie. And, rather to her surprise, 
Virginie heartily agreed with her. 

"I know. I feel a great dislike toward him. 


I think he is an enemy. I think he is — watch- 

"Precisely what / 've thought!" cried Patri- 
cia. "Is n't it queer that we 've both felt the 
same about him ! Uhg ! I wish now that we 'd 
gone down to the dining-room. We could 
have sat at your table. You have another 
waiter. Well, never mind. LfCt 's enjoy our- 
selves now, anyway." 

The afternoon wore away, finding the two 
girls still in each other's company, still ex- 
changing girlish confidences over fancy-work 
and books. But they did not refer again to 
Virginie's father, and 
both seemed to avoid 
any reference to war 
subjects in general. 
Patricia longed to take 
the girl more into her 
own confidence about 
her father and his af- 
fairs : but, mindful of 
Captain Meade's con- 
stantly reiterated 
■warnings, she resisted 
the impulse. 

At half past five 
Virginie remarked 
that she must return 
to her room and dress 
for dinner, as Madame 
Vanderpoel would 
soon be back. 

"Tell me." asked 
Patricia, "why do you 
not call her aunt, as 
she is your mother's 
sister-in-law? It would 
be natural." 

Virginie suddenly 
retired to her shell 
again. "I never have," 
was all she vouch- 
safed. "I — do not 
know why — that is 
— " They were walk- 
ing toward the door 
as she replied. All at 
once she stopped, 
tensely rigid. "There 
it is again !" she whis- 
pered. "Do you not 
hear it?" There was 
indeed a curious in- 
termittent sound, as of 
some one cautiously 
tiptoeing down the 
Patricia opened the door 

carpeted corridor, 
with a quick jerk. 

The hall again was empty. But at the far 
end of the corridor, where it turned into an- 
other, the wall was illumined by a brilliant 
patch of sunlight from some window out of 
sight. And blackly on that patch of sunHght, 
as on a lighted screen, was outlined the sil- 
houette of a man's form, and of something 




else that he evidently carried in his hands. 

"You see?" whispered Virginie, clinging to 
Patricia spasmodically. 

"Yes, I see !" answered Patricia. 

The motionless silhouette was unmistakably 
the form of Peter Stoger, carrying a tray. 



"I don't like it all, somehow, and yet I can't 
exactly tell you why." Captain Meade shuf- 
fled the books and magazines on the sitting- 
room table, rearranging them precisely and 
absent-mindedly. On his forehead was an 
anxious frown. 

"But, Daddy," cried Patricia, "what possible 
objection can there be to my being friends 
with that lovely girl? She is so lonely and so 
sad! I just love her already. Think what she 
has suffered — and is still suffering ! It seems 
as if it would be simply cruel not to be friends 
with her now, after what she has told me." 

"But the very things you 've told me about 
her and your conversations with her make me 
feel there 's something strange about the whole 
affair. She 's not as candid and open in man- 
ner as I should like. She seems to be hiding 
something all the time. And her relationship 
to that Madame Vanderpoel appears singular. 
She says the woman is her aunt, by marriage, 
yet she does n't seem to care to call her so. I 
am deeply sorry for the girl, if her story is 
true, as it probably is, but I feel as if there is 
much that she is concealing. And I frankly 
confess that I do not like that Madame Van 
derpoel. Why should she have told you that 
the girl was ill with a severe headache, and 
then you go in and find her in the best of 
health, apparently? Things don't hang to 
gether, somehow." 

"Well, what am I going to do?" demanded 
Patricia, almost in tears. "Madame Vander- 
poel has invited me to go with them on a trip 
to Creston Beach to-morrow and spend the 
day with them there. I suppose she wants to 
do something in return for my looking after 
Virginie to-day. She spoke to me about it 
as we passed her table to-night. You had 
gone on ahead to speak to Mrs. Quale. I told 
her I 'd ask you about it. Are you going to 
say I must n't go?" 

Tht captain tugged at the end of his short 
mustache and strode up and down the room 
perplexedly. At length he spoke. "You simp 
ly must trust me in this matter, honey, and re- 
member that I 'm not an old tyrant, but just 

a cautious Daddy, striving to do what is best 
for us all. You will have an engagement witli 
Mrs. Quale to-morrow. Fortunately she sug- 
gested to me this evening that perhaps you 
would care to spend the morning with her and 
help her select some wall-papers for her house 
that is being re-built and decorated. And let 
me offer just this wee bit of advice. See as 
much as you want of this little Virginie when 
you can be with her alone. She is a poor, 
forlorn child who is suffering greatly — of that 
I feel certain. And I believe there is no harm 
in her. But avoid, if you can, any engage- 
ment or invitation which includes the older 

"Father, what do you suspect her of? What 
are your suspicions about her?" 

"I suspect her of nothing. I do not care 
for her on general principles. Sometimes we 
have only instinct to trust, and mine tells me, 
just now, simply to be careful. That 's all. 
Now call her up on the 'phone and say you 
will not be able to accompany them, and thank 
her, of course, for so kindly thinking of you." 

Patricia did as she was bid, and was an- 
swered by Virginie, who said Madame Van- 
derpoel was not there. "I 'm so sorry that 
I '11 not be able to go, but Father had made 
another engagement for me," Patricia assured 
her, and there was a murmured reply over the 
instrument that the captain could not catch. 
But when Patricia hung up the receiver, her 
face was a study in perplexity. 

"What do you think she said, Daddy? 'I am 
not sorry. I enjoy seeing you more by our- 
selves.' That was all, but is n't it singular? 
I don't believe she cares for that aunt of hers. 
And yet, I can't understand why. Madame 
Vanderpoel seems lovely, to me, and she ap- 
pears to be so fond of Virginie. I '11 take the 
hint, however. And it fits in very nicely with 
what you advised me to do, too. Oh, by the 
way, Daddy, I nearly forgot to tell you what 
happened this afternoon. And if you don't 
think that Peter Stoger is spying, after you 
hear it, I give up." And she described to him 
the strange incident in flie hall. 

This time the captain did not laugh at her 
fears. Instead, he frowned and looked wor- 
ried. "That does certainly seem suspicious. 
I '11 have to look into the matter," he vouch- 
safed, and refused to discuss the incident 

In the two weeks that elapsed after the fore- 
going incident, the friendship between the girls 
increased, after a fashion, but Patricia was at 




times sorely puzzled and perplexed by the 
strange moods and whims and actions of her 
new companion. On one day they would be 
in each other's company for several hours, 
visiting in the Meade's attractive sitting-room, 
where they read or sewed, or taking long 
walks or trolley-rides into the country. On 
these occasions Virginie would be almost 
clinging in her confidence in, and affection 
for, Patricia. Not the tiniest flaw would mar 
their intercourse, and Patricia would acknowl- 
edge herself more deeply interested than ever 
in this attractive girl. Then on the next day, 
perhaps for several days following, Virginie 
would seem distant, reserved, morose, some- 
times almost disagreeable. She would pass 
Patricia with the coldest nod, refuse to make 
any engagement to be with her, and almost 
seem to resent any advances toward the fur- 
therance of their friendship. Patricia worried 
and grieved about it in secret, though she 
would not openly acknowledge, even to her 
father, that Virginie's singular conduct hurt 

Madame Vanderpoel, on the contrary, al- 
ways seemed most cordial and friendly, and 
while she never commented on her ward's con- 
duct to Patricia, would often cast at her a de- 
precatory and apologetic glance when Vir- 
ginie was more than usually disagreeable in 
manner. Plainly, the girl's strange conduct 
tried her sorely, though she was always very 
sweet about it and ignored it whenever pos- 
sible. Never again, since the first occasion, 
had she attempted to induce Patricia to ac- 
company them anywhere or spend any time 
in their united company. Altogether, so 
thoughtful and agreeable was she, that Patri- 
cia, more fascinated by her than ever, often 
found herself wishing that she were at liberty 
to see more of this pleasant Madame Vander- 

One rainy afternoon. Captain Meade having 
gone out, to be away till a late hour that night 
on a lecture engagement, Patricia called up 
her friend on the house telephone to ask her to 
come across the hall and spend the rest of the 
day with her. She did this in considerable 
trepidation, for Virginia had been more than 
usually morose and disagreeable and distant 
for a number of days past. As it happened, it 
was Madame Vanderpoel who answered the 

"Why certainly, my dear ! Virginie will 
come over at once," she replied cordially. "She 
has been quite lonely this afternoon, and wish- 
ing for something to do. You are very kind." 

Patricia had just begun to frame an answer, 
when, somewhat to her surprise, the receiver 
at the other end was suddenly hung up and 
the connection cut. The action was very 
abrupt. And though she told herself she cer- 
tainly must have been mistaken, she thought 
she had heard, before being cut off, a voice in 
the room with Madame Vanderpoel declaring, 
"/ ivill not go!" It was all very puzzling. 

Virginie did not come in for some time, and 
in the interval Patricia framed a resolution. 
She would fathom this girl's singular con- 
duct to-day or never, even if she had to ask 
the most personal questions to do so. 

When the little Belgian at last arrived, she 
was polite, but distant, in manner, and dis- 
tinctly unhappy. To Patricia's cordial re- 
marks she returned only monosyllabic answers, 
was restless and ill at ease. They were sitting 
together on the couch, each pretending to be 
deeply engrossed in her fancy-work, when Pa- 
tricia with widly beating heart, suddenly de- 
termined that the time had come to put her re- 
solve into effect. 

"Virginie," she began, abruptly turning to 
the girl, "won't you tell me what is the trouble ? 
What have I done to offend or annoy you? 
You are often so strange in your actions to- 
ward me. I cannot understand it. I — " 

But she got no farther. To her intense 
amazement and dismay, Virginie suddenly 
threw herself across the couch in a passion of 
wild and violent weeping. It was several 
moments before Patricia could sooth her back 
to a state where she was able even to speak. 

"Oh, I knew you would think this ! I knew 
it. I knew it !" she sobbed. "I knew the time 
would come when I must explain — or lose 
your friendship. If you only could trust me. 
If you only knew — " 

Patricia, at a loss for words, could only 
squeeze her hand in silent assurance. 

"But you never will know — and I never can 
tell you !" she went on wildly. "I love you — 
I love you — as I love no one else on earth now 
— beside my father. Do you believe that?" 

"I believe it if you say so," Patricia assured 
her quietly. "I feel sure you are telling me 
the truth." Her calm, soothing manner was 
having its effect on the girl's hysterical con- 
di<-'on. Virginie herself suddenly became 

"I wish you would make me a promise," she 
continued. "If you knew my life and all that 
I have to endure, — all the puzzling, bewilder- 
ing things that are pulling me this way and 
that — things that I perhaps can never tell you, 


because they would concern others,- — I know 
that yon would promise me this, never to care 
whether my m'anner seems cold toward you; 
never to think unkind thoughts of me, no 
matter how I may act — to say to yourself al- 
ways, when I seem the worst, 'Virginie loves 

"You told me once, Virginie," she began, 
"that 3'ou had done a good deal of work in 
water-colors at various times, but you have 
never shown me any of your sketches. Have 
you any here with you, and if so, could T see 
them? I 'm awfully interested in that sort of 

"'ah, what beautiful, what unusual work!' shs murmured' 

me ; she does not mean this mood for iiic !' Could 
you make me that promise, Patricia ? Some 
day, if God wills, I may be able to explain." 

"Indeed, Virginie," cried her companion, 
sincerely touched, "I trust you every way and 
always ! I '11 never be annoyed any more, no 
matter how you act. I '11 understand that it 's 
something quite outside of myself that is 
causing it. Will that make you feel any better?" 

Virginie did not answer in words, but the 
grateful pressure of her hands was sufficient 
response. The atmosphere having thus been 
cleared, Patricia abandoned the subject and 
plunged gaily into something quite different. 

thing, though I don't do much of the kind my- 

"Ah, yes !" cried Virginie, brightening at 
once. "I have a whole portfolio in my room. 
I will go to fetch it. I love the work, and I 
turn to it whenever I have an opportunity." 
She ran out of the room and hurried back 
with a batch of color sketches that she spread 
out on the couch. They were really exceed- 
ingly clever, as Patricia recognized at once. 

"Why, this is wonderful. You are a real, 
out-and-out artist, and I never realized it be- 
fore !" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I 
dabble a little in that sort of thing myseV 


once in a while, but I 'm not a great success. 
I do wish I had inherited some of father's 
artistic ability. He can do beautiful work, 
but I only just love it and admire it." 

"Ah, your father is also an artist?" de- 
manded Virginie, interested afresh. 

"Well, I don't know that I 'd call him ex- 
actly an artist," qualified Patricia. He can 
draw and paint 'most everything fairly well, 
but he does excel in one thing. He 's crazy 
about it, — it 's a regular hobby with him, — 
entomology, you know, the study of bugs and 
moths and caterpillars and butterflies, and all 
that sort of thing. And he can make the most 
beautiful sketches of them. Many 's the day 
I 've gone on a long butterfly hunt with him, 
and then have come home and watched him 
make sketches of the specimens we 've caught. 
Just let me show you some of the things he 's 
done. I think he has a number of his pet 
sketches in his trunk. He never travels with- 
out them." Patricia brought her father's 
sketches and placed them in Virginie's hands. 

And now it was Virginie's turn to exclaim 
over the really beautiful work of Captain 
Meade. There were caterpillars and moths 
and butterflies, executed with consummate 
skill and exquisitely colored ; each labeled with 
its own name and species. Virginie marveled 
over their curious titles. 

"Ah, but see here, what singular names — 
'The Silver Spot,' 'The Red Admiral,' 'The 
Painted Lady'! Why are they so called?" 

"I think it 's mainly because of the dif¥er- 
ent marking on the wings," answered Patricia. 
"You see, each one — but what 's that? Some 
one knocking?" She ran to the door and 
opened it. Madame Vanderpoel stood outside. 

"Do pardon me," she began hesitatingly. "I 
am making this little blouse for Virginie and 
have just come to a place where I can go no 
farther till I try it on. May I come in?" 

"Why, surely !" returned Patricia, courte- 
ously, and Madame Vanderpoel entered. As 
Patricia had feared, hov^rever, there was an 
immediate chilHng of the atmosphere as far 
as Virginie was concerned. The girl said not 
a word, but obediently, if ungraciously, slipped 
the pretty blouse over her head and stood in 
silence while Madame Vanderpoel made some 
necessary alterations. The lady herself strove 
to appear quite unobservant of the change and 
chatted on brightly while she completed her 
work. Patricia, bewildered and uncomfort- 
able, also tried to appear as though nothing 
unusual was. the matter. But she found the 
task difficult. At length, Madame Vanderpoel, 

(To be 

declaring herself satisfied with the result, rose 
to go. While passing the table, however, she 
noticed Captain Meade's sketches, and, laying 
down her sewing, stopped to examine them. 

"Ah, what beautiful, what unusual work!" 
she murmured, taking them up, one by one, 
and asking Patricia some questions about 
them. But at last she took her departure. 

"Oh, by the way, may Virginie stay and 
have dinner with me here in our rooms?" 
questioned Patricia, before she left. Madame 
Vanderpoel gave her consent and was gone. 

It was some time before Virginie recovered 
her spirits after this interruption, but when 
she was herself again, the two girls resumed 
their now wholly delightful intercourse. 

"Let 's send down for some sarsaparilla and 
fancy cakes !" suddenly cried Patricia. "I 'm 
hungry and thirsty, too, and it 's a good while 
till dinner-time." She telephoned her wish to 
the office, and Chester Jackson presently 
knocked at the door with the order. 

"Golly !" he cried suddenly, catching sight 
of the mass of sketches on the table, "but 
them 's purty things ! You 'd think they was 
the real article lit all over the place. Can I 
look at them ?" Patricia laughingly gave her 
consent, and he turned them over, chuckling 
at their names. But he, too, at length de- 
parted, and the girls were not interrupted 
further till dinner-time, when Patricia asked 
to have the meal served in the room. 

It was Peter Stoger who entered later with 
a heavily laden tray, approached the table, 
glanced about helplessly a moment, then plant- 
ed the tray directly on top of all the sketches 
littered over its surface. 

"Oh, be careful !" cried Patricia, in dismay. 
"Don't you see what you 're doing? Hold 
the tray until I remove those things." Peter 
indifferently lifted the tray while she hastily 
collected the sketches and put them aside. 
Then he stolidly resumed his work of arrang- 
ing the meal, and withdrew. 

It was late when Captain Meade returned. 
Patricia had been telling how she had spent 
her day, and had just come to the part where 
she had showed his sketches to Virginie. 

"Great Jupiter ! You did?" he cried dis- 
tractedly. "Why on earth did n't I warn you 
not to ! I never dreamed you 'd be tempted 
to do such a thing. Where are they — quick?" 

Patricia watched him in a mystified daze as 
he nervously shuffled them over. What could 
it all mean? Had she done wrong? 

"It 's just as I feared !" he groaned. "The 
Crimson Patch is gone!" 


I ll N Blunderby Land, a good many years since, 
fl There once lived a real little genuine prince. 
J He lived in a palace, with never a care ; 
B He did nothing but play; he had pennies to 
" to spare; 

He was hearty and strong; one v^^ould surely have 

He 'd be happy and gay, as a real prince ought. 
But grumpy and glum, instead, was he, 
For he longed for all that his eye could see; 
And he could n't abide the least delay. 
But wanted his will at once, they say. 

E had books, of course, and many a toy, 
And everything else to please a boy; 
Games to play, and ponies to ride, 
And a world of pleasures were his beside 
But whatever he did n't possess seemed 
And he longed for that and forgot the rest 




OW, notliing one said could ever convince 
This queer little genuine first-class prince 
That he could n't own all that charmed 

And that temper and tears were not polite. 
"What use in being a prince," he 'd say, 
"If I can't have everything niy own way?" 
So there was n't a thing about the town. 
From the barber's pole, to the monarch's crown, 
From a neighbor's cat, to a farmer's pig, 
Be it far or near, or little or big. 
That must n't be his if he wished it so. 
For nobody dared to say him no. 


HERE was trouble at court through all the year. 
And, of course, when the Christmas-tide drew 

There was worry enough and some to spare 
As the town was searched for the new and rare 
The king, he fretted ; the queen, she cried ; 
The courtiers groaned, and the maidens sighed. 
But the prince had something, himself, in view. — 
Something, indeed, entirely new, — 
And he said to them all: "I want the moon! 
And I bid you know that I 'd like it soon !" 

SON of my heart," the queen rephed, 

"Be never a wish of thine denied ! 
■Let the moon be gotten at once!" she cried. 

"It shall grace the top of our Christmas tree !" 

Then much distressed were the maidens fair, 
And the courtiers gasped in blank despair; 
The chamberlain frowned and scratched his head: 
But never a word was rashly said. 
For there was n't a soul did care to try 
To fetch the moon from her place on high. 

Then the king cried : "Now in our time of need 

Should the fairy godmother come at speed; 

For surely none but the fairies know 

The road to the moon from the earth below ! 

Our herald shall summon the lady fair, 

And beg that her magical staff she bear, 




HE godmother came at the monarch's word. 
And the tale of the terrible trouble heard. 
She studied the case for minutes three, 
And then to the anxious sire said she : 
"We will settle this problem well and soon- 
'T is the prince himself who shall go fo: 

the moon !" 
He can ride on my magical staff of gold 
If fast to the crook he tightly hold." 

HEN circles three on the ground she drew, 
And thrice on a silver whistle blew, 
And thrice she struck with the magic stick, 
Then called on the prince to mount it quick. 
"Now mind thy manners !" she sternly said. 
"Thou art lost if a single tear be shed; 
For there 's never a place in all the skies 
For even a prince who frowns or 'cries ! 
And forget thou not that thy hold be tight. 
And thou safe shalt ride to the moon to-night!" 


Then the little prince laughed aloud with glee 
And astride of the magical crook sprang he 
And away he rode through the evening sky 
Till he came where the moon sailed clear and 
But the Man in the Moon cried : "Deary me 
The moon 's no place for a prince to be ! 
There 's never a book, no games or toys, 
And I can't be bothered with fretful boys. 
I may^shine, perchance, on thy Christmas-tree 
But I 'm far too busy to come with thee. 
I have n't a minute to spare, and so 
Right back to the earth thou quick must go !" 





Author of "On the Battlefront of Engineering," "Inventions of the Great War," etc. 

There are three cottages shown in the plan of 
Packing-box Village which was published in 
the October issue of St. Nicholas, and of 
course it will not do to build them all aHke, 
or our village will look like a factory town. 
We are rather limited in our architecture by 
having to build our houses out of boxes, but 
two houses can be made very different in ex- 
ternal appearance by giving them roofs of dif- 
ferent design. The cottage described in the 
November issue was a two-room house with a 
plain gable-roof. We could make it look like 
an entirely different cottage if we used two 
gable-roofs, one over each room, but that over 
the rear room at right angles to the first one. 
Better still, suppose we add a third box and 
make an ell-shaped house, such as that indi- 
cated at the corner of Main Street and Cot- 
tage Place. 


Figure i is a roof plan of the cottage, with the 
three boxes, X, Y, and Z, shown in dotted 
lines. The boxes will have to be treated as 
they were in the two-room house, that is, the 
tops will have to be removed and the sides 
framed at the top. The side of box Y where 
it joins box Z and the side of box X where it 
joins box Y should be removed, and doorways 
will have to be cut leading from one room to 
another. There is one gable-roof over the two 
boxes X and Y, which we shall call the main 
roof and which is constructed exactly as was 
the roof over the two-room cottage. 

The roof over the front room, Z, will be a 
little more difficult to construct, particularly 
where it joins the main roof. For this roof 
we shall need two gables, such as are shown 
in Fig. 2. One of these gables, which is to be 
at the front of the house, must be boarded up 
as shown at A. The other gable, however, can 
be merely a skeleton gable as shown at B. The 
construction of the gables was fully described 
in the two previous issues. 

The gables must be set up on the ground, 
as shown in the drawing, just far enough 
apart to rest on the box Z and clear the roof 
over box Y. Be sure that the gables are verti- 
cal and at the right distance apart, and then 
fasten them in this position temporarily by 
means of strips, C, C, nailed to the eaves, and 
diagonal strips, D, D. The strips D, D must 
not extend to the peak of the gables, because 
we shall have to have room to nail on at least 
one of the roof boards at each side before they 
may be removed. After- the gables have been 
set up, as shown in Fig. 2, mount them on the 
box Z, as in Fig. 3. 

Lay a roof board on the gables, resting it, 
temporarily, on a couple of nails as shown. 
This board should be long enough to allow for 
cutting it off at an angle where it meets the 
main roof. In order to get the proper angle, 
take a board, E, with its two edges truly paral- 
lel, and lay it flat on the roof board, with one 
edge resting against the main roof. Then, 
along the opposite edge of the board £ draw a 
line, which will show us where to cut off our 
roof board. This line is marked F, F in Fig. 
4. First cut the board along this line, F, F, 
keeping the saw at right angles to the face of 
the board, that is, on the line G, G. Now if we 
set the board in place again, we shall find that 
while the inner edge fits neatly against the 
main roof, the outer edge of the board will 
stand away from it. This means that we shall 
have to undercut the edge of the board as indi- 
cated by the line H, H. Just what the angle 
should be between the lines G, G and H, H will 
depend upon the slant to the gable roof. The 
undercutting may be done either with a saw, 
a plane, or a draw-knife; and it does not mat- 
ter if we cut too much, for it is not necessary 
to have the inner edge of the board bear 
against the main roof as long as the outer edge 
does. Having cut one board, we have a pat- 
tern by which all the rest of the boards may 
be cut. 

The roof boards may now be fastened to the 



gables, and after the two boards have been 
nailed on at the ridge of the roof, the diagonal 
braces, D, may be removed, and eventnally the 
braces, C, after a few more roof boards are 
fastened on. When the boards are all on, the 
projecting ends may be sawed off about a foot 
from the gable, A. 

The main roof is not cut away 
where it meets the front roof. 
This may be done, if desired, 
but it simplifies the construction 
to let the main roof run clear 
through from front to rear of 
the ell. This will leave a pocket 
back of the gable B, which may 
be boarded up and fitted with a 
door, providing a handy closet 
for the storing of odds and ends. 


While we are on the subject of 
roofs, we may as well look into 
the contruction of dormer-win- 
dows, as these add a good deal 
to the appearance of the house. 
Figures 5 and 6 show how a 
dormer-window may be made. 
First, we must construct the 
outer wall of the dormer-win- 
dow, which should be made of 
a couple of boards fastened to- 
gether with battens to form a 
wall, A, 18 inches wide and 2 
feet high. The lower edge of 
the wall must be beveled at an 
angle of forty-five degrees, so 
as to rest on the roof of the 
house. Measure up 15 inches 
from the bottom at each side of 
this wall, and draw diagonal 
lines from these two points to 
the top of the wall at the center. 
This will show us where to cut 
off the wall so as to form a 
gable. The part cut away is 
shown by dotted lines in Fig. 5. 
On the face of the wall, the rafters, B, are 
nailed. They are strips of wood not more than 
2 inches wide, mortised at the peak and ex- 
tending a couple of inches or so beyond the 
wall at the eaves. 

Before proceeding further, we had better 
cut the window, which should be an opening 
measuring about 8x10 inches, and, as in the 
case of the other windows, it should be framed 
with strips, C, C, at the top and bottom, and 

side-strips, D, before the opening is cut out. 
The next step is to build the two wings, £, 

E. These are made of a couple of boards 
fastened together with battens, so as to make 
a piece 15 inches square. A Hne is drawn 
diagonally from one corner to the other, and 
the piece is then cut into two triangles, one 


/ / 

-/a' — V 

for each side of the dormer-window. The 
wing-pieces, B, B, are now nailed to the side 
of the boards A, A, as shown in Fig. 5. 

This done, we may prepare to set up our 
dormer-window. First, we must draw a cen- 
ter hne, B, B, (Fig. 6) at right angles to the 
roof, and two other lines 9 inches each side of 
it, to mark where the wings, B, B, are to come. 
Nail a couple of strips, G, G, to the roof along 
these lines. The dormer-window is now set on 





the roof about a foot from the eaves, or far 
enough to bring the face of the dormer-window 
in the same plane as the face of the house, 
and the wing-pieces, E, B, are nailed to the 
strips G, G. Lay a rod from the peak of the 
dormer-window to the main roof, on the line 
F, F, and be sure to have it perfectly level. 
This will give us the point where the ridge of 
the roof of the dormer-window will meet the 

Fig. 4. The dormer-window should have an 
overhang of at least 4 inches beyond the wall 

Another improvement to our roof is to pro- 
vide a chimney not set astride the ridge, as 
was described in the last issue, but apparently 
emerging from the side of the roof at some 
convenient point. All we need to do is to take 
a long box of square section, and saw off the 

FT^. g. 


main roof, and from this point lines are drawn 
to the wing-pieces, E, E, which will show us 
where the roof of the dormer-window will join 
the main roof. This done, we may proceed to 
nail our roof boards on the dormer-window, 
cutting them off at an angle, which will be the 
flme as that used on the roof boards shown in 

lower end at an angle of forty- 
five degrees, when it can be 
nailed to the roof, as shown in 
Fig. 7, driving the nails in on 
a slant. 


Another way of varying our 
cottages is to vary the design 
of the front entrances. Instead 
of having a porch, such as was 
described in last issue, we may 
provide one of the houses with 
an old-fashioned stoop. The old 
Dutch stoop consisted of a plat- 
form without any roof, but with 
a couple of high-backed settees 
on each side of the doorway. 
For the sake of variety, we 
might arrange our boxes all in 
a line and have our stoop in 
front of the middle box, with a 
gable over the doorway. Fig. 8 
give us an idea of the appear- 
ance of such an entrance. 

The settees are easily made 
if one has a compass-saw, with 
which he can cut curves. First, 
we must lay out the side-pieces 
of the settee, as shown in Fig. 10. These will 
have to be three feet, three inches high, 10 
inches wide at the top, and 15 inches wide at 
the bottom. The best plan is to take a board 
10 inches wide and add to it another 5 inches 
wide. Often boxes come with boards that are 
tongue and grooved, and these will serve our 
purpose admirably. In order to get the proper 
curve for the upper part of these side-pieces, 
take a big sheet of paper and lay it of¥ with 
vertical and horizontal guide-lines, as shown in 
Fig. 9. With these guide-lines, it will be a 
simple matter to draw a curve approximately 
like that shown in the figure. The paper pat- 
tern should be pasted on one of the side-pieces, 
when the board may be cut by sawing along 
the curved line right through the paper. Af- 
ter one of the side-pieces has been cut out, it 





can be used in place of the paper as a pattern 
for the other side-pieces. 

Fourteen inches from the bottom of the 
side-pieces (A, Fig. 10) nail the battens, B. 
for the seat boards to rest upon, and along the 
rear edge of each side-piece nail strips, C, 
about an inch square, against which the backs 
of the seats are to be nailed. The stoop should 
be about two and a half feet wide, which 
means that the side-pieces of the seats must be 
spaced as far apart as that, and then seat 
boards, at least an inch thick, must be cut out 
to fit between two side-pieces. They are 
nailed to the battens, B. This done, the settees 
should be set on the platform of the stoop and 
carefully leveled up, so that the side-pieces 
stand perpendicularly, after which boards are 
nailed to the strips C to form the backs of the 


There is another ornamental feature that 
may be added to improve the appearance of 

our cottages, namely, flower-boxes at the win- 
dows. Boxes about 6 inches deep and a little 
longer than the width of the window may be 
used. They need not be more than 9 or 10 
inches wide. To support them we shall need 
brackets, which may be constructed as shown 
in Fig. 12. The three-cornered wooden pieces 
are formed not by cutting a corner of¥ a board, 
as shown at A in Fig. 11, but by cutting 
pieces out of the board, as shown at B, B, B. 
The advantage of this is that the grain of the 
wood will not run vertically or horizontally, 
but will run diagonally to the box and the face 
of the house. A corner-piece is nailed to a 
board, C, by driving nails through from the 
back of the board, and the box is nailed to the 
bracket by driving nails into it from the top 
of the box. The brackets may then be nailed 
to the wall of the house just under the win- 
dow-sill by driving nails through the pieces C. 
Window-boxes filled with geraniums or other 
flowers that have bright blooms will add won- 
derfully to the attractiveness of a cottage. 

{To be continued) 


See-sawing is lots of fun for a while, but it 
becomes monotonous after a time. Far more 
sport will be had if the see-saw is made to re- 
volve as well as move up and down. It is not 
a very difficult matter to make such a merry- 
go-round see-saw after the plans given in the 
accompanying drawings. 

Work should be started first on the stand 
of the machine. For the head of the stand we 
shall need a wooden disk. Instead of cutting 
this out, which may prove bothersome to one 
who is not experienced in the use of tools, we 
may knock out the bottom of a couple of peach 
baskets and nail them together, with the grain 
of one running at right angles to the other. 
The upper face of this circular head should be 
covered with a sheet of tin, as shown in Fig. i. 
At the center of the head we shall want to 
place a bolt for the see-saw to revolve upon. 
This should be a oolt about 4" long. Take 
a block of wood about 3" square and iK'" "^^^^P 
and bore a J^" hole through the center of it to 
receive the shank of the bolt. At the under 
side of the block the hole should be enlarged 
to receive the head of the bolt. This block 
(A, Fig. i) may then be nailed to the head, B, 
with the threaded shank of the bolt projecting 
upward. We must now cut out two pieces, C 
and D, 8" long and V/i' wide, which should be 

notched at the center, so that they may be 
fitted together to form a cross. The head must 
be nailed to this cross. 

For the legs of the 
stand we shall need four 
pieces 3" wide and 2'-o" 
long. Opposite pairs of 
legs must be connected at 
the bottom by means of I 
braces; for instance, the 
legs B and F are 
connected by 
means of the 
brace G, and the 
legs H and / by 
means of the 
brace /. The 
braces G and / 
are also notched 
at the center, so 
that they will fit 
together and form 
a cross. It will 
be noticed that 
the leg B is nailed 
to one side of the 
brace G, and the 
leg F to the other 
side of tlie brace 

In the same way the 


leg B is nailed to one side of the piece D, 
and the leg F to the other side of it. The 
legs should have a spread at the bottom of 
4'-o", and, in order to make the stand steady, 
the braces G and / should be connected by 
means of pieces K. 

Fig. 2 shows the stand completely assembled. 
Care must be taken to cut the legs at the bot- 
tom so that they will bear evenly on the 
ground. This may be done by setting up the 

stand on a 
smooth floor and 
propping it up so 
that it stands 
level, after which 
a strip of wood 
3" wide is set up 
on the floor 
against a pair of 
opposite legs and 
a line is drawn 
on them along the 
upper edge of the 
strip. The same 
is done with the 
opposite pair of 
legs, and then the 
FIG. 2 legs are sawed 

off on these lines. 
For the revolving head {L, Fig. 3) of the 
machine we shall need a piece of wood 2" deep, 
3" wide and 12" long. Two ordinary casters 
must be fitted to the head so as to revolve on 
the tin surface of the stand head. At the cen- 
ter of the revolving head a hole must be bored 
to receive the bolt projecting from the block 
A. The see-saw is to rock on bolts M, project- 
ing from the ends of the revolving head. The 
best way of fitting these bolts in place is to 
bore a couple of holes in the top of the revolv- 
ing head (as shown in Fig. 3 and in the sec- 

tional view, Fig. 5) just large enough to re- 
ceive the nuts of the bolts. Holes are then 
bored in the ends of this head through which 



FIG. 3 

the shanks of the bolts may pass to engage 
with the nuts. These bolts should be about 3" 

For the see-saw body we shall need two 

FIG. 5 

strips of wood, A'^, Fig. 4, i2'-o" long. 3" wide, 
and ^" thick. These should be spaced apart 
by means of a couple of spreaders, 12" long., 
shown at O in Fig. 4. The ends of the two 
strips are then brought together and nailed, 
and on them are secured a couple of seats. 
In front of each seat there should be a vertical 
post, P, Fig. 5, for a hold. 

The see-saw may now be assembled by 
fitting the body, N, over the revolving 
head, L. Holes are bored through pieces 
A'' to receive the bolts 
M. The bolts are passed 
through these holes into 

the head, L, and are 
screwed into the nuts. 
Then the head is fitted 
on the bolt that pro- 
jects from the block A 
and is held in place by 
a nut. This completes 
the machine, and it will 
be lots of fun swinging 
up and down on it and 
spinning around at the 
same time. 

FIG. 6 

Gordon Bruce. 


A Reviczv of Current Events 


There is a story about an old lady who said 
she 'd had a great many troubles in her life — 
most of which had never happened. It was 
much to be hoped, in the latter days of Octo- 
ber, that the troubles which seemed to be 
about to descend upon us might somehow be 
prevented from happening. Worrying about 
them, of course, could do no good. (Worry- 
ing never does any good!) But the clouds 
were so very black that the country had to 
prepare for a storm. 

The Watch Tower does not look for 
trouble. It looks for just the other sort of 
thing. But we cannot gaze at a dark sky and 
say, "What a beautiful day it is !" 

The situation was extremely serious. Only 
a fool could have said there was no reason to 
be alarmed. A huge black wave of discontent 
was sweeping over the country. Strike fol- 
lowed strike, and the "industrial unrest" 
spread fast and far. Instead of a peaceful, 
happy, and busy people, we seemed like a rest- 
less, half-sick nation. The suspicion of in- 
justice caused angry desire for revenge. 

Gradually this vague discontent and lack of 
harmony took more definite form. The revo- 
lutionists organized on a larger scale. Yes, 
revolutionists ! For back of the labor troubles, 
there was deliberate disloyalty and opposition 
to the Government of our United States. It 
is not a bit more than the truth to say that m 
October, 1919, this country faced a peril as 
great as that of the months before the Civil 

In i860 the question was whether States 
had the right to secede from the Union. In 
1919 it was whether any part of our popula- 
tion could be greater than the Government, 

whether the interests of any minority could 
prevail over the interests of the nation as a 

Probably it was a clear understanding of 
the fact that the one way to settle a difficulty 
is to get each side to state its position definite- 
ly that led the President to call a conference of 
men representing capital, labor, and the pub- 
lic. Perhaps it was a mistake to have the con- 
ference assemble without a program. Pos- 
sibly the President thought such an arrange- 
ment would lead to a more candid debate. But 
the conference broke up without achieving any 
positive results. One important object was ac- 
complished, however, in showing the people 
at large where the leaders of each side stood. 

Finally, when the leaders of the coal miners' 
organization refused to call of¥ the strike set 
for November i, by which the operation of all 
the mines would be stopped, the Government 
took a firm stand. The Cabinet prepared, and 
the President signed, a proclamation declaring 
that the strike was illegal, unjustifiable, and in 
direct opposition to the welfare of the nation, 
and that every power of the United States 
Government would be used to suppress this 
revolutionary movement. 

And so it came to a show-down between the 
forces of lawlessness on the one side, and 
Uncle Sam and his loyal friends on the other. 
Probably by the time this number of St. 
Nicholas is out, we shall know whether the 
America of Washington, Lincoln, and Roose- 
velt is to be preserved in accordance with their 
ideals, or is to be bruised and battered by 
those who put their own desires above the in- 
terests of this great nation. For there are 
men in this land who would wreck it, as Trot- 
zky and Lenine have wrecked Russia, to gain 
their own selfish ends. There are leaders of 




labor who would betray the honest, loyal, 
laboring man. 

The boys and girls of America can do two 
things to help : they can quietly, but deter- 

©Charlotte Fairchlld. 


minedly, oppose disloyal, disorderly talk. And 
they can help greatly in the important work 
of Americanization. 

Keep cheerful, keep busy, and show every- 
body that Young America is forever on the 


Eight million women did Red Cross work in 
this country during the war. If anybody 
thinks it was n't work, let him consider these 
facts and figures : 

In less than two years they made and as- 
sembled 371,000,000 articles of use for suffer- 
ers in the war. This product was valued at 
nearly a hundred million dollars. It included 
surgical dressings, hospital garments and sup- 
plies, garments for refugees, and various com- 
forts for the soldiers. 

In a single month, last February, the Red 
Cross workers took care of nearly 300,000 
home-service cases. In all, half a million or 
so of families had help, advice, or comfort of 
one sort or another from this splendid organi- 

Figures don't tell the story. Ask "the 
boys" ! When you consider the work done by 
the Red Cross overseas and at home for sol- 
diers, sailors, and their families, — on the field, 
in camp or hospital, and in thousands of houses 
where those who stayed behind bravely bore 
their burdens of anxiety and distress, — you 
just simply have to "hand it to" the women 
and girls ! 

And credit for one tenth of this good work 
is given to the juniors. 

People say they are "tired of hearing about 
the war," but there 's nothing dreary or pain- 
ful in this part of the record. 


Theodore Roosevelt, being a good American, 
loved his home. He might be President in the 
White House ; he might be touring the world, 
the honored guest of kings and emperors , or 
hunting in the far-off jungle: but always his 
heart was at home in Oyster Bay. 

A short distance out from Oyster Bay, on 
one of the Long Island country roads, is a 
little red brick school-house where some of 
the Roosevelt children began their education. 
Here the Colonel used to go every year to 
take part in the Christmas exercises; and here 
it was, most fittingly, that on his birthday an- 
niversary the forty-eighth star was sewed on 
the Roosevelt Memorial Flag by girls of the 

The flag, which had been carried across 
New York State by relays of boys, was then 
borne from the school-house to the near-by 
grave of the ex-President, and was spread 
over it. It was late in the autumn afternoon. 



©Undenvijo;! i. I'liilciwootl, 


and the ceremony was performed in silence, 
broken only at sundown by the solemn notes 
of a bugle, sounding Taps. 

No finer honor was paid, or could have been 
paid, to the memory of Theodore Roosevelt. 
The memorial speeches at Washington could 
not have pleased him so much as this simple 
ceremony, near his home and by the children 
he loved. Theodore Roosevelt was not only 
the warrior who fought for the square deal; 
he was the friend of Young America, the boys 
and girls who will be the American men and 
women of to-morrow. 


Probably it does not seem strange to you 
young Americans, this business of our being 
involved in Italy's problems, but to us who 
are older, it is hard to "get." The United 
States has, of course, frequently had reason 
to be interested in events in other lands, and 
concerned over the policies of European gov- 
ernments. But it is quite a new thing for us 
to be actually taking part in European politics. 

Now, there 's a deep question for you. It 's 
too deep for tis — and some of the statesmen 

who must try to answer it seem to be flounder- 
ing. Perhaps we ought to try to keep our 
good old United States out of it, or perhaps 
the time has really come when we can't help 
giving up our old-time "isolation." 


The visit of the royal family of Belgium was 
a delightful affair all round. If all kings had 
been like King Albert, perhaps — you know? 

Of course we were particularly hearty in 
our greeting to the king, queen, and prince 
because in America we are all kings, queens, 
princes, or princesses. Probably it was a spirit 
of true friendliness, without a tinge of dis- 
respect, that made it possible to hear on the 
streets of New York questions like these : 
"When is Albert going down the avenue?" 
and even this: "Did you see King Al yester- 

The queen won all hearts with her unaf- 
fectedly friendly manner. The prince made 
us all laugh when he escaped from a dull 
formal dinner to have some real fun with his 
young American friends at a dance. And the 
king must have added something like 100,000,- 



©Underwood & Underwood. 


ooo friends to his list. We liked him when he 
rode to West Point in a plane instead of a 
train, and we loved him when he stood bare- 
headed at the tombs of Roosevelt and Wash- 
ington, paying tribute to the memory of these 
great Americans and to the country they had 
so nobly served. 

If all international relationships could be 
so pleasant, no wars could ever get started. 
The St. Nicholas family joined joyously 
in the nation's salute to the King and Queen 
of the Belgians — with three special cheers for 
the Prince ! 


The journey from New York to San Fran- 
cisco used to be made in ships going all the 
way around Cape Horn. Then came the days 
of overland voyaging in prairie-schooners, the 
Pony Express, and finally the transconti- 
nental railroad. 

No, not "finally," for our gallant airmen 
have now made the flight from one coast to 
the other and back. And what is still to come, 
who shall say? 

Lieutenant Belvin W. Maynard, the Flying 
Parson ; Sergeant Kline, his mechanic : and all 
the other pilots and helpers who entered the 
wonderful round-trip cross-continent air race 
earned glory. Some of those who started the 
daring flight were injured; several lost their 
lives. Such is the price of progress. 

Lieutenant Maynard predicted that before 
long air-planes would be making the trip from 
coast to coast in three days, and in "a year or 
two" there would be long-distance freight and 
passenger service. 

General Mitchell, of the army air service, 
pointed out the military usefulness of the air- 
men's experience in this flight. America, he 
said "is probably the last of the great nations 
in her actual development of air power, mili- 
tary or commercial." Here 's a chance for 
Yankee brains and courage. 

Wide World Photoes. 




Stop, look, and listen ! Doing that when some 
young folks were discussing St. Nicholas, 
we heard one young miss say: "Oh, THE 
WATCH TOWER is for boys !" Good gra- 
cious ! but that little niece of Uncle Sam's 
was wrong, w-r-o-n-g, wrong! How could a 
properly regulated Telescope, such as ours 
certainly is, possibly help seeing what the girls 
and women are doing, along with the boys 
and men, in and for the U. S. A. they all 
love? Is n'tfi Mrs. Maynard, with the little 
Maynards, just as interesting to look at as 
her husband, "Parson" Maynard, climbing into 
his machine at the start of the cross-continent 
air race? The whole family appears in our 
pictures. It is n't possible to suppose that 
many St. Nicholas girls skip THE 
WATCH TOWER, and there ought not to be 
any who miss the fun. It will be well to 
remember, young ladies, you will soon be 

"Food prices tumble, U. S. bureau reports." 
That newspaper head-line looked pretty good. 
But the article showed that the "tumble" in 
September was a 2 per cent, one, while prices 
after it were still 88 per cent, higher than 
those of 1913. Still, if food prices were to 
continue going down 2 per cent, a month, con- 
sider what it would cost to eat in February, 
1923 ! 

There has been a good deal of talk about the 
poor pay of teachers in the schools and pro- 
fessors in the colleges; it is said that many 
of them have found that they can make much 
more money in other "lines." Harvard, 
Princeton, Cornell, and other colleges are 
campaigning for funds. At Cornell, there ap- 
peared in a students' parade a transparency 
saying, "$125,000 will feed a prof and his 
family for a million years." If teachers and 
professors leave the schools and colleges to go 
into business, better salaries will have to be 
paid to get good men. Our boys and girls who 
are planning for their future need to know 
about these things. America will need good 

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teachers more than ever in the next fifty years. 
There is no reason why good teachers should 
not be well paid. But this fact should also 
be borne in mind, that the life of a school- 
teacher or a college professor has some pleas- 
ures and rewards that are not open to those 
who go into business or the professions. One 
of them is the opportunity to go on reading, 
studying, and thinking. And it is no small 
thing, either, for those who like that way of 

Finally, "last the best of all the game," here 's 
Christmas — the jolliest Saint's own day! 
And they do say it 's goinp^ to be one of the 
finest Christmases ever. Well, well, and so 
it should: a giving; Christmas, a Christmas 
both joyous and thoughtful, and — don't you 
think?— just a wee bit more of a religious 
Christmas than we used to have five, eight, 
or ten years ago. Here 's to you all, a merry 
one ! 




Three timber-wolves, big, furry, and not near- 
ly so ferocious as they look, are on the trail at 
the American Museum of Natural History. 
That every one has so far escaped their pur- 
suit is due to the fact that the wolves are kept 
behind glass. But they appear very deter- 

The representation is very true to life, for 
wolves are usually nocturnal in their habits, 
spending the day in their dens and going 
abroad at night. During a great part of the 
year they travel singly or in pairs, but in the 
winter they live together in packs and go in 
numbers in search of prey. One of the wolves 
is nosing the tracks of a deer. The second is 
sniffing the air as he slins out from between 
the gloomy evergreens. The third wolf is just 
mounting a little hill, his head low as he fol- 
lows the scent. Their way is lighted by the 
soft, clear glow of the moon, and the night 
sky of deep blue sheds a blush luster over the 
whole scene. 

The timber-wolf is a species commonly 
found throughout the West and Northwest. 
The particular scene shown represents the 
foot of the Arapaho Peaks, in the Silver Lake 
region of Colorado. 

W. T. Perry. 


Few people realize the ease with which the 
most beautif'il sprays of spring blossom may 
be secured in midwinter. In January and Feb- 
ruary there is a great demand for blossoms 
for house decoration. There is a simple means 
of meeting this need, as you will see. 

It is well known that the buds on flowering 
trees and shrubs are in a very advanced state 
before the plants go to sleep for the winter. 
Packed away into a small space are the bloom 
and foliage for the next season's growth. 

Knowing this, we may anticipate the magic 
touch of spring and fill our houses with lovely 
flowers. The first thing is to go out into the 
garden or the orchard and gather branches of 
any of the spring-blooming shrubs and trees. 
Within the present writer's experience among 
the best sorts for this plan are cherry (wild 
or ornamental), plum (wild or ornamental). 

flowering currant (Ribcs), Japanese quince, 
and almond. 

See that you get boughs with plenty of buds 
on them. The practised eye of a fruit-grower 
will at once be able to distinguish these from 
the ordinary foliage buds. Even the uniniti- 
ated person will soon notice that the bloom 
buds are fatter and shorter than those which 
produce only leaves. Moreover, they are often 
grouped together on a short, twiggy growth. 


Take pains to get boughs of a shapely appear- 
ance, such as will look well in vases about the 

When all the branches have been collected, 
take them indoors, and with a knife pare away 
several inches at the lower part of the stem. 
Then get jars or bowls of water and place 
the boughs in these. For about a week keep 
the branches in a rather dark corner, and then 
place them right in front of the sunniest win- 





dow in a well-warmed room. Put fresh water 
in the jars every ten days, but this is all it is 
now needful to do. 

In a very short while after bringing the 
boughs into the warm room the buds will be- 
gin to show that the ■ change from the frosty 
air outside is appreciated. Quite soon the 
bloom buds will start to break open, and it will 
not be long before the branches are covered 
with the most beautiful flowers. These last 
in good condition for a long while, much long- 
er indeed than is the case with sprays of a, 
similar kind that open in the ordinary way. 

S. Leonard Bastin. 


Huge war demands, combined with regular 
trade uses, for rare metals created a scarcity 
in the market for these products which sent 
the prices of some of them soaring far above 
the highest previous quotations. 

Take platinum as an illustration. The con- 
stantly growing world-wide demand for it, 
coupled with an extreme shortage, caused a 
rise in value from $14.12 a troy ounce in 1901, 
to $36.05 in 1914, while in October, 1918, pure 
platinum was bringing $105.00 per ounce. 
Even in its unrefined state it was valued at 
approximately $90.00 per ounce, and almost 
impossible to obtain at that figure. 

It was so scarce that when 21,000 ounces of 
this precious metal were brought into the 
United States they were regarded as a great 
prize and immediately commandered by the 
Government for the Ordnance Department, 
and deposited in the United States Assay Of- 
fice at New York, where they were quickly re- 
fined and put into metallic form for immediate 

These precious nuggets came from the east- 
ern slope of the Ural Mountains in Russia. 
Because of the very disturbed conditions in 
that country, it would never have been safe to 
trust the shipment of this badly needed ore 
to the ordinary channels, so it was carried as 
personal luggage by an American citizen over 
the Trans-Siberian Railroad through Siberia 
to Vladivostok, concealed from the prying 
Bolshevik troops, and through Japan direct to 
the United States. 

Having been refined and put into metallic 
form, this metal was drawn down into very 
fine wire and spun into platinum cloth, in 
which form it was utilized by the Ordnance 
Department in the manufacture of nitrates at 
the government nitrate plants. 

The great importance of platinum for many 
special purposes is being increasingly appre- 
ciated. Most of us, however, know compara- 
tively little about this metal, which lends in- 
terest to some very instructive investigations 
regarding it which Dr. George F. Kunz, an 
expert metallurgist, made for the Government. 

According to Dr. Kunz, European knowl- 
edge of the existence of platinum dates back 
only to 1735. As early as 1741, Charles Wood, 
an English metallurgist, had already brought 
to England specimens of the new metallic ore 
from South America. In view of the fact 
that in 1916 platinum sold at five times the 
value of its weight in gold, it seems curious 
that from 1760 to 1790 it was employed in 
Spain for making counterfeit gold coins. To- 


CTUAL size) commandeered by 


day the value of the counterfeit is more than 
five times that of the genuine coin. 

Of the amazing ductility of platinum, one 
of its great advantages over many of the 
metals, Dr. Kunz says that it may be better 
conceived when we consider that out of a 
single troy ounce of the metal is would be 
possible to make an almost infinitely slender 
wire that would reach from Santiago, Chile, 
across the continent to Rio de Janeiro, a dis- 
tance of about 1800 miles. To draw out plati- 




num so exceedingly fine, a wire of it is covered 
with a thin layer of gold. This gold-and- 
platinum wire is drawn to the thinness of the 
one, and the gold is then dissolved away. A 
portion of this second wire is then given a 
coating of gold, redrawn, and the gold cover- 
ing dissolved. After this process has been 
several times repeated, the wire secured is so 
fine as to be virtually invisible to the eye. 

The use of platinum in making jewelry 
dates very far back in its history. In the 
Peruvian Hall of the American Museum, New 
York City, there is a fine collection of platinum 
ornaments from Ecuador, consisting of rings, 
pins, bracelets, plates, etc. They were found 
in graves of the aboriginal Indian inhabitants 
of Ecuador. Its first known use for this pur- 
pose in Europe was in 1787, when it was used 
in making ornaments for the French crown. 

Before the Great War over 90 per cent of 
the world's supply came from Russia, but the 
supply from that country had already shown 
signs of lessening. The deposits in Colombia, 
South America, rank second to those of Rus- 
sia, but while they are being developed with 
greater energy than formerly, the work there 
is more or less irregularly carried on, and the 
slightly increased output goes but a small way 
toward making good the loss of the Russian 
metal. In the face of this situation, earnest 
and intelligent search for platinum is now be- 
ing made in various parts of the world. 

Another metal similar in appearance to 
platinum and used for many of the same pur- 
poses, which also experienced a sudden jump 
in price during the war, is silver. 

The rapid retirement of gold from trade 
channels forced on governments and indi- 
viduals a new respect for silver. 

It is a curious fact that the movement of 
silver for 2000 years has been from west to 
east. In India alone there are 2,000,000 sil- 
versmiths that require two thirds of the 
world's output. There is no more interesting 
chapter in the whole romance of silver than 
this strange devotion displayed for the metal 
by the old East. Given a choice between gold 
and silver, the Hindu, the Chinese coolie, or 
Lascar sailor will take silver every time. 

Apart from its employment as coinage and 
for certain war uses, there is an increased de- 
mand for silver in arts and industries. More 
trinkets and ornaments of solid silver were 
sold the last war Christmas than ever before. 
As there has been a gradual decline in the 
world's production of silver since 191 1, it is 
easy to understand why the price of silver 

should have risen. In 191 1 more than 225,- 
000,000 ounces came out of the mines — a 
record production. In 1917, it was estimated, 
barely 170,000,000 ounces were produced. The 
curtailment of mining in Mexico, the shutting 
down of great copper mines which produce 
silver' also, strikes, shortage of fuel, and the 
alarming rise in the price of chemicals neces- 
sary for the refining of silver accounted for 
the decline. 

For three hundred years most of the world's 
silver has come from Mexico, the United 
•States, Peru, Bolivia, and Australia ; and 
within recent times Canada has added to this 
production from mines of incalculable rich- 

In this country, Nevada still leads in the 
production of this metal, and now that silver 
has become so much more valuable, there is 
talk" of reopening many of the abandoned 
mines on the Comstock Lode. This marvelous 
deposit "has produced about $750,000,000 in 
silver, and it played' an immense part in re- 
habilitating the finances of the United States 
after the Civil 'VVar. 

James Anderson. 

a queer bonfire 

About four miles north of Atchison, Kansas, 
is located Lake Doniphan. This lake is di- 
rectly over fields of natural gas, which bubbles 
up through the water the entire year round in 
various places. These jets of gas, if we may 
call them such, vary greatly in size. Some 
of them are so large that they prevent the ice 
from forming over the spots where they bubble 
up, even though there may be a foot or more 
ice over the rest of the lake. 

The smaller jets are not so powerful, and 
the gas from them gathers under the ice, and 
being warm enough to melt the latter slightly, 
often form pockets which are from fifteen to 
twenty yards square. These gas pockets are 
very handy indeed to any person crossing the 
lake on a very cold night, inasmuch as a 
natural bonfire can be lighted in an instant by 
simply cutting a small hole through the ice 
and touching a match to the gas as it escapes. 
Although the gas will burn but two or three 
minutes, its heat is enough to warm the chilled 
traveler and send him on his way rejoicing. 

One precaution, however, has to be taken; 
that it, to stand with back to the wind, be- 
cause otherwise the roaring flame is apt to be 
blown right against the traveler, who is thus 
likely to get badly singed. 

Wai^ter K. Putney. 




The native of India shown here is making a 
rope charpoy, or Indian bed. A completed 
bed stands behind him. Instead of placing 
the strands of the rope across the frame and 

weaving back and forth through them as we 
should expect, he employs an entirely different 
method. The only strands he places before 
the weaving begins are those that form the 
crosspiece at the right-hand end of the bed. 
He then stretches his cord from the nearer 
(right hand) corner to the farther (left hand) 
corner and back, and then starts his design 
immediately by drawing the cord under and 
over the two strands thus formed. He pulls 
tight as he works, and builds them up from 
one corner diagonally across to the other, 
around the wooden frame, over and under the 
cord in place, then around the frame and 
back to the first corner. lie has worked along 
the sides of the frame and has nearly reached 
the opposite corner from which he started. 
When he has done this, the weaving is com- 
plete. All that there remains to be done is to 
wind rope from the loose end of the matting 
to the other crosspiece of the bed so that the 
slack can be pulled up. A mattress of this 
type is very cool to sleep on. 


A VERY curious happening is sometimes ob- 
served in winter in parts of Canada. This is 
known as frost music, and it has often puzzled 
a good many travelers. A friend of the writer 

was once riding along the shores of a lonely 
lake in winter. The water was covered with 
ice, and, all around, there was snow. Sudden- 
ly the air was filled with a strange moaning 
sound, which seemed quite unaccountable. 

There was not a breath 
of wind stirring at the 
time, and the spot was 
miles away from any 
human habitation. 
Sometimes the sound 
was so faint that it 
seemed to be a long 
way off, and then again 
it would swell out to a 
loud, deep note that 
filled the whole air. 
Much puzzled, my 
friend continued his 
journey, and it was not 
until later in the day 
that he heard the mys- 
tery explained. 

As a matter of fact, 
he was told, he had 
been listening to the 
frost music. When win- 
ter sets in, the lakes are often frozen over 
very suddenly, and the sheet of ice imprisons 
a huge amount of air. This moves about un- 
der the hard covering, and as it passes from 
one part of the lake to another, it often forces 
its way through narrow channels and then 
the moaning sound is produced. It is strange 
to think that this air will not be set free until 
the springtime comes again and the ice on the 
lake melts. S. Leonard Bastin. 


Some day it may be a common thing for those 
planning a pleasure dash by air to arrange 
with the Weather Bureau for daily reports, 
without risk of running into bad weather. 
Such an expedition, which started from Port- 
land, Me., September 27, and, if all goes well, 
will end at Pensacola, Fla., in December, af- 
ter visiting more than a score of the principal 
cities on the Atlantic coast and in the Ohio and 
Mississippi valleys. The flying boat NC-4 is 
the craft taking this journey. When the fly- 
ing boat stops at regular Weather Bureau 
stations, the lieutenant in charge of the ex- 
pedition has the weather maps and forecasts 
placed at his disposal. At other points, the 
reports are telegraphed from convenient 
Weather Bureau stations to the fliers. 


4. — . . . 4- 



In winter, when the dark comes soon and toys are on the shelf, 

I sit beneath the table and write letters to myself. 

From one myself that goes to church in best new hat and coat 

To t' other one that makes mud pies I write a little note. 

There 's one that 's postmarked "Wonderland," from Alice, so I see. 

To come some day and take with her a nice mad cup of tea. 

The Little Lame Prince writes to me from his high, lonely tower; 

He '11 lend to me his traveling cloak when I 've an extra hour. 

A postal-card from Mother Goose begins: "My dear! My dear!" 

And a funny note signed "Santa Claus" says, "Christmas Day is near !" 

And as I start to write replies, when every one I 've read. 

The tea-bell rings, and crawling out, I always bump my head. 

Hilda W. Smith. 





Last month, you will remember, we printed in this 
Introduction a graceful tribute to the League from 
an Honor Member. This month we give space here 
to an appreciative and affectionate farewell message 
from another Honor Alember whose contributions 
will be recalled with pleasure by League readers: 



Looking ahead — that is what I am doing I Looking 
ahead to the time when I shall be too old to write 

for these pages — too old to work for the League 
but never too old to love it ! 

The League has been one of my best friends, and 
— I do love it ! It has helped me to find a work, it 
has encouraged me, it has taught me. 

Now I have almost reached the place where I must 
say "Good-by." In the years to come, I will always 
remember and love the League. I shall read the con 
tributions whenever I have a chance, I know, and 
read them with something akin to longing. 

Good-by, dear League, and all success be yours 


(In making awards, contributors' ages are considered.) 

PROSE. Gold Badge, Ruth H. Thorp (age 11), Oliio; Constance Marie O'Hara (age 14) 
Pennsylvania. Silver Badges, Adelaide Humphrey (age 13), Ohio; Eudora V. Blakeney, (age 
13), North Carolina. 

VERSE. Gold Badge, Dorothy E. Reynolds, (age 17), Alontana. Silver Badges, Mollie L 
Craig, (age 12), Massachusetts; Eloise Frye Burt (age 15), Rhode Island. 

DRAWINGS. Gold Badges, Dorothy Burns (age 16), Minnesota; Lucy G. Olcott (age 17) 
New Jersey. Silver Badges, Katherine C. Swan (age 15), Indiana; William W. Burgess, Jr 

(age 16), California. 

PHOTOGRAPHS. Gold Badge, Louise E. Manley (age 15), Iowa. Silver Badges, Evelyn D 
Goetz (age 13), New York; Mary C. Ruff, (age 17), Pennsylvania; Wendell Richardson (age 
10), New Jersey; Dorothy Patty (age 16), Nebraska. 

PUZZLE-MAKING. Gold Badge, John Roedelheim (age 11), Pennsylvania. Silver Badges 
Harriott S. Colher (age 14), Rhode Island; Marjorie Whitehouse (age 14), New York. 
PUZZLE ANSWERS. Silver Badges, Louise E. Alden (age 13), Massachusetts; Jane Patten 
(age 13), New York; Mary Jane Burton (age 14), Ohio. 







{Honor Member) 
Oh, Christmas chimes ! sweet Christmas chimes 1 
Vou make me think of happy times ; 

Of love and friendship sweet ; 
Of sleigh-bells, evergreens, and snow. 
Of children laughing as they go 

Along the crowded street ! 

Oh, Christmas chimes ! sweet Christmas chimes ! 
You make me think of cruel times; 

Of pain and death and fear; 
And of a land where war's long night 
Has darkened many firesides bright. 

Where reigns no Christmas cheer I 

You make me think of holy times ; 

Oh, Christmas chimes ! sweet Christmas chimes ! 

A stable dark and bare ; 
A manger rude, a golJen star. 
Bright angels singing from afar, 

A Baby lying there ! 

Oh, Christmas chimes ! sweet Christmas chimes ! 
You make me think of quiet times 

When I have heard you ring ; 
For sometimes, when you 're chiming low. 
To Bethlehem in dreams I go. 

And hear those angels sing ! 



{Honor Member) 
TooDLSS is a dear little brown-and-white fox-terrier 
with a short forever-wagging tail. His home is a 
comfortable house in a small Ohio town. His family 
consists of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Lane, Bob, Junior, 
and Gertie. He is a very devoted pup, and his fam- 
ily are as fond of him as he is of them. 

Bob calls him a "trick dog." Do you want your 
paper? Toodles will bring it to you. Groceries, 
etc.? Send Toodles. Amusement? Oh, the many 
things that Toodles can do toward that end ! 

Now that you are introduced to Master Toodles 
Lane, you will know what consternation and chaos 
reigned when, one August day, Toodles disappeared. 
For weeks they searched for him, but in vain. Gertie 
cried for days, and then went into mourning. Bob 
had not his customary cheerfulness, and it was 
always thought that he retreated into a dark closet 
several times without apparent reason. He, too, 
wore mourning in the shape of black ties (when he 
wore them at all) and black hat-bands. ^NTothcr and 
Dad were very nearly as sorry as the children. 
Gertie always spoke of him as "the dear departed," 
and refused to let her grief be assuaged. 

It was nearly Christmas, but "The Great Grief of 
Gertie," as Bob said, was still fresh. 

"It won't be any Christmas at all without Too- 
dles," she declared. But scarcely had she spoken 
the words when scratching was heard at the door. 
Gertie opened it, and there stood Toodles, a rope 
dragging from his collar. He barked, Gertie 
screamed, then both began to waltz around the room. 

"Where were you, Toodles?" demanded Mother 
that night. Toodles only barked and wagged his tail. 

"Anyway, Mother," said Bob, "he 's home for 
Christmas — and to stay !" 



{Honor Member-) 
Christmas morning dawned clear and cold on the 
"Old Homestead." And "old Sol" Sun, peeping in 
at every window, saw many happy little scenes 
which radiated the cheer of Christmas. The chil- 
dren with the first bit of light were up, and scream- 
ing with rapture at what Santa Claus had left them. 
Church bells merrily pealed forth their songs of 
joy. A great tree stood in the bay-window, and, 
from Grandpa and Grandma down to the youngest 
child, each received a present from its heavily 

"my favorite negative." by JOHN ilKA.NbBV, AGE 17. 

laden branches. And then came dinner. Are any 
of us too old not to feel light-hearted at an "Old 
Homestead" Christmas dinner? The table is laden 
with delicious Christmas goodies, and across from 
each other sit Grandpa and Grandma, who have 
smiled across this same table for almost fifty years. 
And at each side sit sons and daughters, grandchil- 
dren, and "in-laws." Cut there is one missing, and 
on the mantelpiece is Ted's picture, with a tiny 
gold star hanging above it. And this star, like the 
star of old, which guided the shepherds on their 
way, helps and guides this family from bitter sorrow 
into the path of resignation and peace. 

There are many "Old Homesteads" in America, 
and this Yule-tide many an old couple in the sunset 
of life will wait for their families to come home 
for Christmas. Ana this year there will hang over 
the mantel many a twinkling golden star. 



"a heading for DECEMBER." BY LUCY G. OLCOIX, AGE 17. 


BY WHI,Ii; FAY I,INN (age i6) 

{Honor Member) 
What are these sounds that break upon the stillness 

of the frosty air, 
These melodies that waken all the slumbering echoes 

everywhere ? 

They are the songs of Christmas-tide, to every 

heart so dear, 
Now sweetly played upon the chimes that ring both 

far and near. 

How silently the whole world waits, and listens to 
those bells! 

And with what hope and harmony their joyous 

music swells ! 
A brighter reawakening has come again to earth ; 
The old world leaves its past to greet a new and 

wondrous birth. 

At first each pealing chime rings out the blessed 
tale alone. 

And then they join with one accord, all blended 
into one. 

How tremulous beneath the stars the great wide 
ocean lies. 

Until the last clear, ringing sound upon its bosom 
dies ! 

O God, Who shaped with master hand the earth, and 

sky, and sea. 
The full hearts of Thy creatures all, in love, are 

praising Thee ! 
Oh, help us to begin anew, at this glad Christmas 


A life as fresh, as pure, as true as that which swells 
each chime ! 



{Honor Member) 
It was Christmas Eve, 17S3. In the Washington 
home. Mount Vernon, there were great preparations 
going on for the morrow ; for was not the great 
man coming back, after eight years of war, to join 
in the Christmas cheer that home alone can give? 

The preparations took the form of mistletoe and 
holly sprigs stuck in every conceivable place ; loads 
of delicious food, that only a negro cook knows how 
to prepare ; waxed floors for dancing ; the tuning- 
up of old fiddles, and "sprucing-up" of the guest- 

Invitations had been extended to neighbors far 
and near, and already the majority had arrived. Such 
bustle and happy excitement ! Coaches loaded to 
the doors with belles and beaux, others on horse- 
back, on foot, in chairs, chaises, and wagons, high 
and low, flocked to greet the returning victor. 

Late in the evening a pause in the arrivals oc- 
curred. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hoofs was 
heard. Visitors and slaves hastened to the doors, 
for General Washington had arrived ! Sobs, laugh- 
ter, and tears of joy evinced their varied interests. 

The general was escorted to his room by the 
whole flock, and soon the house was darkened for 
the night. 

Christmas Day was spent in pure joy by every 
one. Washington himself led his wife in the pretty 
Virginia country-dances ; many a fair belle was 
caught and kissed by gallant beaux beneath the 
fragrant mistletoe, and every one certainly did full 
justice to old Hetty's splendid feast. 

When it was all over, everybody realized that 
such a Christmas home-coming came seldom, but 
when it did, came with redoubled good cheer. 

"a Pamiliar object." by katherine c. swan, age 15. 
(silver badge.) 



{Silver Badge) 
It was almost Christmas Eve, and Harvey Bowen 
walked to his office with a perplexed face. 

"No," he said decidedly, "I will not have my home 



"mv favorite negative," "my favorite negative." "my favorite negative." 

by bertha l. berolzhei m er, age 13. by maurice v. minard, age 14. by i,0u e. gaielard, age 12. 



taken away from Mother and Father. I will do 
without all the runabouts that ever were made." 

He had overheard two men talking that day about 
a mortgage of one thousand dollars that had fallen 
due on his little home in Georgia. This was news 
to him, as his mother and father did not want him 
to know of it. The next day he went home for his 

After a loving greeting from his mother and 
father, he shouldered an ax and was off to the 
woods to get a Christmas-tree for the living-room. 

The next morning every thing wore a Christmas 
air. Holly and mistletoe hung in every nook and 

corner; gorgeous odors came from the kitchen, and 
a cheerful fire burned on every hearth. But deep 
down in Mr. and Mrs. Bowen's heart they were sad, 
for on New Year's Day the farm would be gone! 

As they cut the last gift from the tree, an en- 
velop was handed to Mr. and Mrs. Bowen. They 
opened it and gasped. Then tears of joy sprang 
to their eyes, for there lay one thousand dollars 
and these words, "With love from Harvey." 

That night, as they were going to bed, Harvey 
put his arms around his mother and father and, 
looking into their happy faces, said, smiling, "This 
has indeed been a glorious Christmas home-coming." 







{Honor Member) 
The hills in silver stretch away, 

And shining hosts of stars look down 
Upon the church's slender spire 

And on the huddled roofs of town. 

A silent anthem seems to rise, 

The waiting hush to breathe a prayer, 

When clear and sweet the chimes ring out 
Their message on the frosty air. 

They tell a tale forever old 

To all the multitudes of earth, 
Yet one forever marvelous — 

The ancient miracle of birth. 

How on a still and solemn night 

A mangcr-bed of hay sufficed 
To be the holy birthplace of 

Our Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ. 

Some call Him Lord and Mighty King, 
The Prince of Peace, the Undefiled, 

But chimes ring out on Christinas night 
To Jesus the immortal Child. 

".mv favorite negative." by evelyn d. goetz, ace 13. 
(silver badge.) 



Little Jeanne was very happy, for her mother had 
received a letter from her father saying that he ex- 
pected to be home by the last of January. IMonsicur 
Guyot has been in the army three years and had 
been wounded three times. He was in the hospital 
now. There was another reason for her happiness, 
too. At the beginning of the war her three brothers 
had enlisted. Francois, the youngest, had gone into 

the aviation. After a year of fighting he was shot 
down behind the German lines and reported killed. 
There was deep sorrow in the little home, because 
not only Francois's name, but the names of his two 
brothers, also, appeared on the lists as killed. Two 
years later Jeanne's father received his third wound, 
and it was thought that he, too, would die. But 
then something happened that turned the tide. 
Frangois came home ! He had not been killed, as 
reported, but had spent two weary years in a prison 
camp. The father was so overjoyed that his wound 
was healing rapidly. 

Christmas came around. Jeanne and her little 
sister, assisted by a kind-hearted doughlroy, hung up 
their stockings, "American fashion." They did n't 
expect to find much in them, so imagine their sur- 
prise when, upon arising in the morning, they found 
the stockings piled full of presents. And their sur- 
prise was greater when, entering the dining-room 
for breakfast, they found their father sitting at the 
table. His wound had healed so rapidly that he had 
been able to get home for Christmas. He had told 
the nurses and men in his ward about his two little 
girls, and when he was discharged they gave him 
many presents for them. So the family spent the 
liappiest Christmas they had had in many years. 



{Silver Badge) 
The snow is swirling everywhere, 

O'er hill and valley flying; 
The sleigh-bells ring in the frosty air. 

And the wind in the trees is sighing. 
But from every lip rise carols sweet. 

Around the organ singing 
Those dear old hymns the years repeat, 

When Christmas chimes are ringing. 

At night, from every window-sill, 

A candle bright is glowing, 
Peace, happiness, and right good will 

To every traveler showing. 
And every one glad words of cheer, 

To rich and poor is flinging. 
'T is the happiest time of all the year 

When Christmas chimes are ringing. 

Stockings adorn the fireplace. 

And a tree in the parlor is standing; 
Wreaths are hung in the window-case, 

The snow-covered road commanding. 
'T is long since the Christ-child came to earth, 

His love and hope first bringing. 
And in these ways we praise His birth 

When Christmas chimes are ringing. 


/ / 




{Cold Badge. Silver Badge zvon December, 1918) 

Ir was the holy eve of Christmas-tide; 

Amid the spacious halls were gathering 
Great lords and nobles, come from far and wide 

To join the Yule-tide revels of the king. 

The corridors were hung with tapestries, 

And decked with mistletoe and holly green, 

While, on the hearth, the Yule-log, burning bright, 
Shed its glad glow upon the festive scene. 

The king in state sat at the table's throne ; 

The boar's head and the wassail-bowl went round. 
In jest and song the evening quickly sped ; 

With toasts the royal feast was richly crowned. 

But when the revelry was at its height 

A sudden hust fell o'er the merry throng ; 

Through the vast corridors no voice was heard, 
O'er trembling silence fell the midnight gong. 

Then through the darkness came a low, sweet sound. 
The silvery chimes in the sharp air a-ringing. 

On the night wind their heavenly music came, 
To the still earth its Christmas message bringing. 

Softly as angel bells, but rich and full. 

Rising and falling, rang their sweet refrain, 

Xow sounding deep and low, now loud and clear ; 
"Peace on the earth, "they sang, "good will to men !" 



{Gold Badge. Silver Badge won November, 1919) 

The letter, addressed to Miss Harriet Conway, Clo- 
vcrdale, Pennsylvania, and postmarked California, 
was very thin. Harriet was greatly disappointed 
when she found only the following note : 

Dear Sis : I know how much you like riddles. I 
will give you a week to decipher this one, but, if 
you can't, I shall have to tell you the answer, as if 
it is important. Ted. 
27 27 36 6 15 45 39 18 45 9 54 27 39 57 
13 69 36 13 13 24 15 13 54 13 24 57 60 3 

Although there remained only two weeks until 
Christmas, all such things as shopping and making 
gifts were forgotten for the next day and the next. 
Both Mother and Father offered suggestions, and 

"mV favorite NECATIVE." by HARMON GREEN, ACE 14. 

"my favorite negative." by DOROTHY PATTY, AGE 16. 
(silver BADGE.) 

stories like Poe's "Gold Bug" were read ; yet after 
three days the solution continued to be a mystery. 

It was not until the fourth afternoon that Harriet 
discovered that, with the exception of the 13, all 
the numbers were divisible by 3. "I shall begin 
with A as 3, B as 6, C as 9, and so on," she said. 
"The 13 may be there to separate words because 
it is used so often," she finally decided. 

i i 1 b e o m f o c h s t s 

For several moments she looked at what appeared 
to be another enigma. Then at last the puzzle was 
unraveled ! Her brother, whom she had not seen 
for over a year, was coming home for Chirstmas ! 

It was in the drawing-room, decorated in its holi- 
day attire of evergreens and holly, that, two weeks 
later, Harriet was saying to Ted: "It took me some 
time to see that the puzzle should be read up and 
down. Do you know," she added laughingly, "it 
made your home-coming nicer to realize that you 
were the clever person to think of such a unique 
way of letting us know you would be home for 




"a familiar object." by william w. burgess, 'JR., 

AGE 16 (SILVER badge.) 



(Silver Badge) 

When the sun in splendor rising o'er the house-tops, 

white and cold, 
Gilds the snow, and on the steeple glints again like 

burnished gold, 
One may see the lonely figure of the sexton, bent 

and gray, 

As ke goes to ring the tidings in the dawn of 
Christmas Day : 
"Peace on earth, good will to men." 

Still the little town is sleeping, blanketed by 

glistening snow, 
^\^le^ the sexton's faltering footsteps nears the 

church-door, broad and low. 
Up he climbs the swaying ladder to the steeple's 

highest spear. 
For there only can the greeting sound so widely 

and so clear, 
"Peace on earth, good will to men." 

On wings of song the village wakes to a day of joy 
and peace, 

When the earth is filled with gladness and all 

thoughts of trouble cease. 
Everywhere the chimes are ringing, peal on peal, 

the heavenly strain, 
And the brimming hearts and voices swell and 

spread the sweet refrain : 
"Peace on earth, good will to men." 



{Silver Badge) 

The Croftons were very much disappointed. They 
had expected fifteen-year-old Doris to arrive on the 
morning train from boarding-school, to spend the 
Christmas holidays with them. But she had not 
come, for some reason or other. They had driven 
ten miles to town to meet the one train that stopped 
daily at B , only to turn disappointedly home- 

Mrs. Crofton surmised that Doris had missed the 
train and would come the next day. 

Suddenly, about three o'clock that afternoon, Doris 
drove up, accompanied by Mr. Johnson, a neighbor- 
ing farmer. 

"We expected you home this morning," said Mrs. 

"I had quite a time," began Doris, tossing a new 
St. Nicholas to the twins, who eagerly grabbed it. 
"The St. Nicholas proved my undoing. You see, 

just before the train pulled into B , I started 

a simply fascinating story. I was so engrossed I 
did n't even look up when the train stopped. I 
dimly recollect hearing the brakcman shouting some- 
thing. As I was sitting well back in my seat, you 
probably did n't notice me. 

"When I finished the story, I asked the con- 
ductor how soon we should reach B , and you 

can imagine how I felt when he told me we had 
passed it ten minutes before ! Well, I decided to 
get off at the next station. That 's what I did. The 
first person I saw was Mr. Johnson. He had been 
shopping, and he brought me home. I 'm afraid 
if I had started reading another story, I should n't 
have been home for Christmas !" 


A list of those whose work would have been used had 
space permitted: 


Pred Floyd, Jr. 
Inez A. Miller 
Margaret A, 

Virginia Ralston 

Ruth Brooks 
Louise Cuyler 

William W. 

Pinkerton, Jr. 
Evelyn Everitt 
Jean Douglas 
Elizabeth Bunting 
Mary S. Hopkins 
Mabel Martin 
Jeannette K. 

Frances Forbes 
Julia F. Doughty 
Martha Stiles 
Virginia R. Wilde 
Ella May Snyder 
Rosamond Tucker 
Alice F. Moulton 
Sarah Moss 

Muriel Thomas 

Elizabeth Sussman 

Eleanor K. 

Mary McCullough 
Naomi L. 

Saralou Jordan 
Betty Murray 
Margaret Hyde 
Dorothy Van 

Arsdale Fuller 
Elinor E. Colby 
Maria M. Martin 


Elizabeth M. 

Isabella M. 

Dorothy Daggett 
I^ois D. Holmes 
Rosamond W, 

Helen 'F. White 

Helen G. Davie 
Katrina E. 

Aline Fruhauf 
Josephine L. 

Virgin ia H. 

Mary Sumner 




Doris Letthart 
Mary E. Stockton 
Milt'on H. Statler 
Edith R. Pentz 
Francis M. 

Edna Chase 
Jane Schley 
Marjorie Ware 
Katherine A. 

Ruth S. Baker 
Eleanor L. Royal 
Mary D. Mills 
Hope Robinson 
John C. Dreier 
Kathleen K. 

Blanche L. 

Bertha M. 


Anita Kellogg 
Frances Stc-vart 
Anita Meyer 
Mary A. T alley 
Ellen F. Black 
Eleanor Tilton 
Cynthia Griffin 
Louise Coleman 
Florence Bucher 
Susan Hawley 
Jane S. Schwartz 
Frances Crossley 
John W. G. 

Rae M. Verrill 
Mildred Bernstein 
Margaret Horton 
Ruth Szt'ind 
Alice J. Dorman 
Kathryn Keating 
Elizabeth George 
Caroline Arrington 
Catherine L. Rea 
Margaret Waldo 

N ewcomer 
Eleanor Robertson 

Mary Catherine 



J. Asher 
Ed^vard E. 


Mary Watson 
Josephine Cou<le 
Weldon Melick 
Priscilla Hazelton 
Mary LaV. 

Janet Blossom 
Celia V. White 
Miriam Serher 
Dorothy P. K. 

Dorothy Miner 
Kathleen Murre- 


Lynd K. Ward 
Grace F. Holcomb 
Bvclyn H. Bttlmcr 
Selma Morse 

Worthen Bradley 
Mary E. Hoag 
Anne L. Basinqer 
Mary L. Garfield 


Carroll Freeland 
Alice H. Harvey 


A list of those whose contributions were deserving of 
high praise : 


Harriet McCurley 
Lois Springmeyer 
Madeleine Girvan 
Ann Roe 
Eunice W. 

Isabelle L. Ellis 
Phyllis B. Hodges 
Jeannette Bailey 

Virginia M. 

Madeline Masters 

Mary E. Reveley 
Dorothy Wood 
Kathleen Landers 
Gertrude Smith 
Helen Fein 
Chiyo Herose 
Susan K. Sims 
Mary Jackson 
Minnie Pfiferberg 
Mabel Alton 
Hugh L. Willson 


Lois Bolles 

Helen D. 

Silvia Wunderlich 
Anna M. Steed 
Elizabeth Huger 
Malvina Holcombe 
Roscoe S. Scott 


Mary E. Roche 
Jessica L. Megaw 
Dorothy Eckard 

John B. Korn 
Jane B. Bradley 

Martha L. P. 

Evelyn B. 

Polly Palfrey 
Eleanor Tyler 

Rita Salomon 
Barbara Brewer 
Betty Kuck 
Bessie H. Simpson 

Elizabeth Henry 
Eleanor N. Smith 
Mary E. Tracy 
Isabel A. 

Brcnda H. Green 
Helen L. MacLeod 
Miriam Bradley 
Blanche Smith 
Millicent F. 

Caroline G. 


Margaret Crouise 
Edna G. Vernell 
Louise S. Birch 
Helen B. Hayes 


Winifred J. 

Grace W. Allen 
Vincent P. Jenkins 
Janice Thompson 
Boyd D. Lewis 
Margaret L. 

Julia Sabine 
Helen E. Mosher 
Eleanor Evans 
Peggy Embick 

Israel Teichman 


Jean Henderson 

Laurence B. ' 

Charles Pitt 

William A. Dalton 
Margaret B. Lee 
Mary L. Love 
Hunter Haw 
Henry Bealer, Jr. 



Florence Fraser 

John Doyle 
Frances Wilder 
Dorothy Cox 
Arthur F. 

Jean McCrum 
Rachael Jones 
Elizabeth Robbins 
Cornelia Moffett 
Marjorie I. Miller 
Ruth Alden 
Ruth Hungerford 

Sterling Dow 

Mary Swain 
J. W. Outerbridge 
Eleanor L. 

Lucille Sneider 
R'.th C. Murphy 
Gretchen E. 

Margaret F. 

Barbara S. 


The; St. Nicholas League is an organization of 
the readers of the St. Nicholas Magazine. 

_ The St. Nicholas League awards gold and 
silver badges each month for the best original 
poems, stories, drawings, photographs, puzzles, 
and puzzle answers. 

Competition No. 241 will close January 17. 
Owing to the enforced delay in the issue of 
the November St. Nicholas the subjects as,- 
signed for the competition last month, No. 
241, are repeated for the present month. All 
contributions for this extended competition 
must be mailed on or before January 1st. 
Prize announcements will be made and the 
selected contributions published in St. Nicho- 
las for April. Badges sent one month later. 

Verse. To contain not more than twenty- 
four lines. Subject, "The Call of the Wild." 

Prose. Essay or story of not more than 
three hundred words. Subject, "The Story of 
a Friend." 

Photograph. Any size, mounted or un- 
mounted; no blue prints or negatives. Young 
photographers need not print and develop 
their pictures themselves. Subject, "Taken at 

Drawing. India ink, very black writing-ink, 
or wash. Subject, "Something Round," or "A 
Heading for April." 

Puzzle. Must be accompanied by the answer 
in full. 

Puzzle Answers. Best, neatest, and most 
complete set of answers to puzzles in this is- 
sue of St. Nicholas. Must be addressed to The 
Riddle Box. 

No unused contribution can be returned unless 
it is accompanied by a self-addressed and stamped 
envelop of proper si::e to hold the manuscript or 


Any reader of St. Nicholas, whether a subscrib- 
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upon application a League badge and leaflet will 
be sent free. No League member who has 
reached the age of eighteen years may compete. 

Every contribution, of whatever kind, 
must bear the name, age, and address of 
the sender and be indorsed as "original" 
by parent, teacher, or guardian, who must 
be convinced beyond doubt — and must 
state in writing — that the contribution is 
not copied, but wholly the work and idea 
of the sender. 

If prose, the number of words should also be 
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one only; this, however, does not include "com- 
petitions" in the advertising pages or "Answers 
to Puzzles." 

Address: The St. Nicholas League, 
353 Fourth Avenue, New York. 


Hondo, Amakusa, Japan. 
Dear St. Nicholas: Long ago I was told of St. 
Nicholas, and I have ever since been very anxious 
to see it. My wish has been fulfilled at last, and 
nothing affords me greater pleasure at present than 
to pore over the pretty magazine after returning 
home from school. Every story in it, nay, every 
content, is full of life and interest, indeed. I am 
not the least exaggerating when I say that some- 
times I even devour the advertisements. 

I have lived four years on a sea-girt island in the 
south of Japan— a very small island secluded from 
civilization. Most of the inhabitants are peasants 
and fishers, and though surrounded by scenic beau- 
ty, we are, on the other hand, subject to innumerable 
inconveniences. Not only have we to live on humble 
fare, but also we have no chance to enjoy any such 
entertainments as are commonest in a town. Still 
I am happy and content, because St. Nicholas is 
constantly with me. 

I have been studying English for more than ten 
years, but what with my block-head, and what with 
my environment, I have made so little progress in 
my studies that I can not yet thoroughly under- 
stand your magazine without the help of a diction- 
ary. Especially, since I came over to the island 
some four years ago, I have never seen any foreign- 
er who spoke English, while there is even no Japan- 
ese who is competent to instruct me in the language. 
Thus, but for St. Nicholas, I should forever re- 
main destitute of any means of attaining proficiency 
in the branch. 

I must confess that I am a grown-up man of 
thirty-four years old, engaging in teaching at a 
local middle school. But I am still a little boy as 
far as English is concerned, as an English preacher 
very cleverly remarked on my English several 
years ago. 

Wishing well to you and all your readers, I 

Your most devoted reader, 


Portland, Ore. 

Dear St. Nicholas : I have taken you for two 
years, and I enjoy you very much. I got you for 
a Christmas present, and I think it was the best 
present I have ever had. 

I have only seen one picture of the Columbia 
River Highway in St. Nicholas, and I 'm sure 
others would enjoy seeing this picture I am sending, 
as Oregon's scenic beauties are not very well known. 

This is a photograph of a picturesque bridge, 
taken from one of the falls. It is called Shepherd's 

The highway follows the Columbia River, and is 
sometimes on the side of a mountain and sometimes 
down by the river. There are beautiful falls all 
along the way. 

The highest place on the highway is called Crown 
Point, where you can look all up and down the great 
Columbia, and when the sun sets, the sky and the 
river are all lit up with a golden light. 

Your interested reader, 

Anita Kellogg (age 13). 

Yakima, Wash. 
Dear St. Nicholas : I want to tell you about the 
wonderful spin I had through the clouds a few weeks 
ago. They have an airplane here, which passengers 
can go up in. My mother and aunt went down to 
the aviation field with me. We got there early, and 
the airplane was still in the hangar. We looked it 
all over. It was a Curtiss tractor biplane, with a 90 
h. p. Liberty motor, 8-foot propeller, and 43-foot 
wing-spread. The mechanics rolled the plane out 
on the field, and soon after that the pilot came. 

A man was to go up first, but he was a bit shy 
about going, so they let me go. I had to have a 
leather helmet and a pair of goggles put on ; then 
the engine was started, and I got in. An airplane 
is not very easy to get into. The passenger sits 
behind the pilot. I was strapped in with a strap 
about six inches wide, then the aviator got in, and 
started the airplane going on the ground. We went 
faster and faster, and then we left the ground. It 
seemed perfectly natural to go off the ground. I 
put my arm out to throw some paper at the crowd 
on the field as we flew past, and it felt as though 
my arm would be blown off. 

I felt real comfortable when I got accustomed to 
the noise of the motor and the strength of the wind. 
I felt so safe and snug away down in my seat, and 
I knew I had a good pilot. We went up i8oo feet, 
and it seemed as if I were right up in the clouds 
nearly. The sun could be seen shining through 
them, though the people below could not see it. 1 
did not get the least bit dizzy, even when I looked 
straight down. It did not seem as if I was moving 
at all, except when I looked inside the machine. 
Then I felt as if I was going z'cry fast. I felt no 
sensation whatever, except when the aviator made 
a sudden dip. Then I guess I lost my breath, as 
it felt something like a roller-coaster. The next 
time he dipped I did not notice any sensation. Once 
we turned sideways so far that the people watching 
from below thought the plane was going clear over. 
It seemed as if the earth was on one side and the 
sky on the other, and I did not fall or even lean 
toward the ground. 

Some people think that an airplane rocks and 
rolls in the air like a ship on the ocean, but it 
does not. 

I did not get cold, though the only wrap I had 
on was a silk sweater. The air was very fresh and 
good. Sometimes the wind was warm, when it came 
from off the motor. Once the pilot shut off the 
motor and asked me if I was all right. The wind 
made so much noice then I could hardly hear what 
he said. 

We made a big swoop downward with the engine 
off. When we got quite low the aviator turned the 
motor on again and flew over toward the field. 
Then, to my sorrow, we landed. I hardly knew 
when we touched the ground, except for a few 
bumps as the plan erolled over the ground. 

I did n't feel a bit sick or dizzy when I got out. 
Of course, I felt a little queer when the noise and 
strong wind stopped. 

I have tried to describe my trip to you, but no 
one can tell how wonderful it is, and no one who 
has never flown can understand it. 

Your interested reader, 

Esther L. Cottingham (age 14). 



Charade. High-fen, hyphen. 

Wyoming. 2. Holland. 3. Spolcane. 4. Windham. 5 

Siberia. 6. Jackson. 7. Glasgow. 

Geographical Diagonal. Woodrow. Cross-words: 1 
Word-square. 1. Crane. 2. Raven. 3. Avert. 4 

Nerve. 5. Enter. 

Endless Chain. 1. Edgar. 2. Arena. 3. Nasal. 4 
Allow. 5. Owned. 6. Educe. 7. Cento. 8. Topic. 9 
Ichor. 10. Order. II. Erode. 12. Demon. 13. Onion 
14. Onset. 15. Ether. 16. Ergot. 17. Otter. 18. Erred, 
" Triple Beheadings and Triple Curtailings. Brown 
ing. 1. Com-bat-ant. 2. Cor-rod-ing. 3. Dis-own-ing, 
4. Dar-win-ian. 5. Kid-nap-ped. 6. Pol-ice-man. 7. Sub 
nor-mal. 8. Ima-gin-ary. 

Word-additions. 1. Ten -pins. 2. Pot-hook, 
name. 4. Pan-cake. 5. Cur-rent. 6. Hen-peck, 
cock. 8. Saw-mill. 

Metamorphoses. 1. Fast, last, lost, loot, soot, slot, 
slow. 2. Sulk, silk, sink, sing. 3. Take, lake, late, gate, 
gave, give. 4. Come, dome, done, gone. 5. Walk, wall, 

3. Pen 
7. Pea 

tall, tale, pile, tide, ride. 6. Five, live, line, nine. 7. 
Hand, hard, hare, fare, fore, fort, foot. 8. Find, bind, 
bond, bone, lone, lose. 9. Hack, back, bark, dark, dart, 
cart. 10. Lake, late, lane, lone, bone, bond, pond. 

Novel Acrostic. Primals, Andrew Jackson; fourth 
row, Chester Arthur. Cross-words: 1. Abacus. 2. 
Nether. 3. Detest. 4. Reason. 5. Editor. 6. Wheeze. 
7. Jeerer. 8. Annals. 9. Claret. 10. Kirtle. 11. Sashes. 
12. Occult. 13. Narrow. 

Double Cross-word Enigma. Antietam, Manassas. 

Connected Diamonds. I. 1. I. 2. All. 3. Alloy. 4. 
Illudes. 5. Lodes. 6. Yes. 7. S. IE 1. S. 2. Awn. 3. 
Areas. 4. Sweetly. 5. Natty. 6. Sly. 7. Y. IIL 1. V. 

2. Man. 3. Money 4. Yankees. 5. Needs. 6. Yes. 7. 

5. IV. 1. S. 2. Aha. 3. Apace. 4. Shaking. 5. .\cids. 

6. Ens. 7. G. V. 1. S. 2. The. 3. Tramp. 4. Shapely. 
5. Emery. 6. Ply. 7 Y. VI. 1. Y. 2. See. 3. Salve. 4. 
Yellows. 5. Evoke. 6. Ewe. 7. S. VII. 1. S. 2. Lap. 

3. Lille. 4. Salting. 5. Plied. 6. End. 7. G. End. 7. 
G. VIII. 1. G. 2. Mar. 3. Minor. 4. Gangway. 5. 
Rowan. 6. Ran. 7. Y. 

To Our Puzzlers: Answers, to be acknowledged in the magazine, must be received not later than the 24th (for 
foreign members and those living in the far Western States, the 29th) of each month, and should be addressed to 
St. Nicholas Riddlebox, care of The Century Co., 353 Fourth Avenue, New York City, N. Y. 

Solvers wishing to compete for prizes must give answers in full, following the plan of those printe'd above. 

Answers to all the Puzzles in the September Number were duly received from Louise E. Alden — Jane Patton 
— Mary Jane Burton — Frances Adkins — "Polly-Ardra" — William P. Pratt — Ruth T. Fulton — Louise Keener — Clarissa 
N. Metcalf — Charlotte R. Cabell — Gwenfread E. Allen — Virginia Ball— Elizabeth Faddis — Buell Carey — John F. Davis 
— Margaret Trautwein — Archibald Rutledge — David M. Hudson — Helen H. Mclver — "Allil and Adi" — Mary and 
Ruth— "The Elm"— Helen A. Moulton — '"Three M's"— Florence S. Carter. 

Answers To Puzzles in the September Number were duly received from Helen de G. McLellan, 10 — A. Haley, 
10— M. L. Butcher, 10— B. Beardsley, 10— M. J. Stewart, 10— R. M. Collins, 10— V. Pettee, 10— V. Fenner, 10— R. 
Labenberg, 9 — Dorothy G. Miller, 9 — M. C. Hamilton, 9 — M. Milsner, 8— Stanley and Leslie, 8 — T. F. and M., 7— 
S. Arnstein, 7— M. F. Potts, 7— K. H. Mclsaac, 7— M. I. Fry, 7— K. Wilbur, 6— L. Laine, 6— E. F. Dana, 6— A. 
Peters, 6— F. H. Hermes, 6— E. G. Hills, 5— C. S. Barnes, 5— E. I. Chase, 5— B. Sharp, 5— E. Rhodes, 5— H. A. R. 
Doyle, 5— R. Lord, 5—1. Dodds, 5. Four answers, Y. Whitney— P. G. Smyth— N. Ailing— M. T. Vernon— R. F. 
Bechtel— J. Howard — K. Kridel — M. Molt. Three answers, W. T. Logan— S. E. Lyman— B. Davis — M. Griswold— 
C. Burtenshaw — M. Kidder — C. Whiting. Two answers, B. Hodgkins — M. Swords — S. Pick — D. Loudenbeck — E. 
Thomas — L. McKinney — W. Trask — G. E. Shepherd — H. J. Miller — H. Gilbert — B. Edwards — Louise and Dorothy — 
C. de Bernard — D. Hougstad — M. Swan — K. Chichester. For lack of space there cannot be printed the names of those 
who solved one puzzle. 


(Silver Badge. St. Nicholas League Competition.) 

(Example: Reverse duration and make to send 
forth. Answer: time, emit.) 

1. Reverse a strong flavor, and make a trouble- 
some little insect. 

2. Reverse a movement of the sea, and make to 
prepare for publication. 

3. Reverse a former kingdom- of Spain, and make 
a name for Christmas. 

4. Reverse to exist, and make sin. 

5. Reverse a heavenly body, and make certain 

6. Reverse a famous volcano, and make a preti.x. 

7. Reverse to utter reproaches, and make one 
who falsifies. 

8. Reverse to break suddenly, and make kitchen 

9. Reverse to eat a meal, and make a feminine 

10. Reverse an animal, and make a coarse grass. 

11. Reverse comrades, and make to strike. 

12. Reverse an exclamation of contempt, and 
make a ring of wood to go around a cask. 

13. Reverse a Latin pronoun, and make a large 
wading bird that feeds on reptiles. 

14. Reverse a masculine name, and make the 
name of a cruel Roman emperor. 

15. Reverse compact and comfortable, and make 
certain weapons. 

When the fifteen words have been rightly guessed 
and reversed, the initials of the new words will 
spell a man whom everybody honors. 

HARRIOT F. s. COLLIER (age 14.) 


To solve this puzzle, take the last two letters of 
the first word described to make the first two letters 
of the second word, and so on. The last two let- 
ters of the tenth word will make the first two let- 
ters of the first word. The ten words which form 
the answer are not of equal length. 

1. A Biblical personage. 2. A purple stone. 3. 
A class of ocean travel. 4. A masculine name. S- 
A motion. 6. The opposite. 7. A prophet. 8. A 
kind of fur. 9. An African. 10. A highway. 
JEROME A. LISCHKOFF (age 14), League Member. 



In this enigma the words are pictured instead of 
described. The answer, consisting of twenty-three 
letters, spells a famous occurrence of almost three 
hundred years ago this December. 


(Silver Badge. St. Nicholas League Competition.) 

My first is in crease, but not in fold ; 
My second, in hot, but not in cold ; . 
My third is in brave, but not in bold; 
My fourth is in punish, but not in scold; 
My fifth is in silver, but not in gold ; 
My sixth is in bought, but not in sold; 
My seventh, in primitive, not in old ; 
My eighth is in make, but not in mold ; 
My ninth is in forest, but not in wold ; 
My whole is loved by young and old. 



{Gold Badge. Silver Badge won May, 1919.) 

Each of the twenty-one words described contains 
nine letters. When these twenty-one words are 
rightly guessed and written one below another, read- 
ing downward, will each spell a famous type of 

I. Rolling about, as in mire. 2. To come into a 
country of which one is not a native, for perman- 
ent residence. 3. Lacking. 4. Putting in order. 5. 
The union of two vowels sounds pronounced in one 
syllable. 6. The doctrine of things occult. 7. Per- 
taining to the Jewish princes called Maccabees. 8. 
To inspire with hope. 9. A famous poem by Whit- 
tier. 10. That which garnishes.- 11. Rubbers. 12. 
The public declaration of a sovereign, showing his 
intentions. 13. Wrought with great care. 14. The 
act of ascending. 15. Persons who live near one 
another. 16. A mass or knot of nervous matter. 17. 
A "plug" useful in motors. 18. A majority. 19. 
Fit to be lived in. 20. Embodied in a human nature 
and form. 21. Sorrow for sins. 

JOHN ROEDELHEiM (age 11). 


All the words described contain the same number 
of letters. When rightly guessed and written one 

below another, the diagonal, from the upper, left- 
hand letter to the lower, right-hand letter, will spell 
a name of a state. 

Cross-words : I. The surname of Wisconsin. 
2. A city of Virginia. 3. A city of New Hampshire. 
4. A city of New Mexico. 5. A city of Illinois. 6. 
A city of Michigan. 7. A city of Georgia. 

ELIZABETH FAIRBANKS (age lo), IrSague Member. 


Example : Triply behead and triply curtail 
heavy, and leave a vase. Answer : Sat-urn-ine. 

1. Triply behead and triply curtail a letter that 
is not a vowel, and leave a descendent. 

2. Triply behead and triply curtail unprejudiced, 
and leave dexterity. 

3. Triply behead and triply curtail reserve, and 
leave a cold substance. 

4. Triply behead and triply curtail a composer 
of sonnets, and leave a snare. 

5. Triply behead and triply curtail satisfied, and 
leave a number. 

6. Triply behead and triply curtail one who plays 
a certain brass wind instrument, and leave a snare. 

7. Triply behead and triply curtail a sail ex- 
tended by a sprit, and leave a pronoun. 

8. Triply behead and triply curtail coarse bro- 
cades, and leave a feline. 

9. Triply behead and triply curtail the island on 
which New York City is located, and leave a cover- 
ing for the head. 

TO. Triply behead and triply curtail lack of 
modesty, and leave a lyric poem. 

11. Triply behead and triply curtail capable of 
being beaten thin with a hammer, and leave a grassy 

12. Triply behead and triply curtail pertaining to 
very young children, and leave an emmet. 

13. Triply behead and triply curtail to dispel, 
and leave to drink in small quantities. 

When these beheadings and curtailings have been 
rightly made, the initials of the thirteen three-letter 
words remaining will spell the name of a noted 
bishop of Myra. 

MARGARET LOUGHLiN (age is), League Member. 


When a Boy Has a Family 
on His Hands — 

— he's got to step on the gas every now and 
again to keep things hvely. 

Spot the words Paramount Artcraft in the news- 
paper and that's enough Reregister "Let's Go" with you. 

You know that thut means a regular show. 

You have read the advertisements of Famous 
Players-Lasky Corporation in the magazines and you 
know that that great corporation intends that no one 
shall ever take chances when they spend their good 
money to see Paramount Artcraft. 

Or if you don't know it you don't have to take 
anybody's word for it. 

Watch for Paramount Artcraft Pictures advertised 
by the theatres in the newspapers, on the billboards 
and in the lobby, 

— and GO. 

Bring up the family right — the Paramount 
Artcraft way. 

paramount (Jrtcixi£i 

Jiotion Cplcture^ ^ 

These two trade-marks are the sure way of identifying Paramount 
Artcraft Pictures—and the theatres that show them 


Latest Paramount 
Artcraft Pictures 

Released to December 1st 
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Paramount-Arbuckle Comedies 

One Each Month 
Paramount-Mack Sennett Comedies 
T»o Each Month 
Paramount-AI St. John Comedies 

One Each Month 
Paramount'Emcst Truex Comedies 
One Each Month 


Oh Boy! It's real 
fun to make your 
own Toys with 

Make your 
boy happy 


NO wonder a boy is thrilled with eager joys at the 
sight of Meccano. Hundreds of fascinating 
models in shining steel fire his imagination and 
ambition. He knows he can build them — everyone — 
with Meccano. A new toy every day, and the joy 
of building them himself doubles their value. 

Give your boy Meccano this Xmas and see his happy 
smile. How eagerly he will start building — watch 
his interest deepen, his enthusiasm grow. The fun 
begins the moment he opens his outfit and he will 
learn to use his hands and his head too. 


Top Engineering for Boys 

No study necessary. With all Meccano outfits you get illustrated instrut 
tions for building 325 wonderful models: then comes Book No. 2 with 
100 more — and new ones are always coming out. Send for 

SUPERB FREE BOOK called the "Meccanoland." in which the inventor 
himself tells the whole fascinating story of Meccano. Loads of pictures. 
Hours of interesting reading. Sent free— WRITE! 


Printing Press 


71 W. 23rd St., 

$3 makes models work like 
real machinery. 

send for this 

$4.50 XMAS SET 

And You Can Build 

And scores of others 


No. 00, $1.00 I No. 2, $6.00 

No. 0, 1.50 No. 2X, 7.50 

No. 1, 3.00 No. 3, 9.00 

No. IX, 4.50 No. 3X, 12.00 

And up to $40. 

Outfits sent prepaid if not at 
your dtralfr's 


A Timely Talk with Santa 

Hello! Hello, up there! 
Gee! Is this really you? Well, this 
•is Bob. 

Yes, I just thought I'd ask you about 
that Lord Elgin we picked out for Dad, 
you know. 

What's that? You've got it all 
■wrapped up and in the sleigh already? 

That's bully! Dad will be tickled to 
death — he's still lugging around that 
old turnip he got when he was a boy, 
and it's about an inch thick — 

And say, Santa — how about me? 
There's nothing I'd like half so— 

Aw, Betty, keep still a minute, 
cantcha? I just gotta tell him this— 

Hello? Yes, hello, Santa! Say, you 

know I'm getting plenty big enough to 
own a real he-man's watch myself — 
the fellows wear 'em a lot younger 
nowadays — 

How's that? Got one right in front 
of you— o Streamline! Oh, boy! 

And the tag says what— "For 4 
Very Good Boy"? Say! Justwatchme 
between now and Christmas! 


HAT'S the wheel I'd like for Christmas ! 
See the Coaster Brake in the rear hub ? 
It's a New Departure, and believe me, 
it's some brake ! 
" The fellows who have them say their New Departure 
Coaster Brakes will stop their bikes in a jiffy, no matter 
how fast they're going. And it makes riding such fun be- 
cause you don't have to pedal all the time." 

No boy or girl could have a finer Christmas gift than a 
bicycle equipped with a New Departure — the brake that 
never gets out of order — never slips or binds — but 
always works perfectly. And for the boy who al- 
ready has a bike — how about a New Departure 
Coaster Brake for Christmas ? Any dealer can 
attach it to his wheel in a few minutes 

New Departure Mfg. Co. 

U. S. A. 

i "TAe BraJttf that Brought the BUee Buck 

Buiiiwr • 




There is someone you 
know who will appre- 
ciate this Fountain Pen. 


PARKER PEN COMPANY, Janesville, Wisconsia 

New York Retail and Service Store, Singer Building 



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Guarantee — We guarantee Hanes Underwear absolutely 
— every thread, stitch and button. We guarantee to return 
your money or give you a new garment if any seam breaks, 

Hanes Union Suits for Boys will teach 
you what underwear comfort really is! 

PUT a Hanes Union Suit under your clothes and get out in the snow 
drifts. It will keep you just as warm and snug as all indoors. And play 
your hardest! No matter how you stretch, or strain, or pull you can't rip 
the Hanes unbreakable seams. 

That's why you always want to look for the Hanes label sewed under the 
collar. Underwear bearing this label is backed by the famous iron-clad Hanes 
guarantee — every thread and stitch guaranteed or your money back. 

You'll realize why we say the Hanes label identifies the finest underwear 
value at any price, once you enjoy the comfort of the snug-fitting tailored 
collarette that won't gap; a closed crotch cut to stay closed; pearl buttons 
that stay sewed; and button holes that last the life of the garment. 

Let your mother know what the Hanes label stands for. Youll both agree 
that Hanes Union Suits for Boys live up to every claim we make for them. 

L-fonAQ Tni* Ivl^n niade in Union Suits, Shirts and Drawers and contain 
*• AwllCO 1 \Jl iVAdl ajj our guaranteed features. They give unexcelled com- 
fort, wear-service, and wash-service. 

Get Hanes Underwear today. Write us direct if your dealer doesn't carry it. 

P. H. HANES KNITTING CO., Winston-Salem, N. C. ^Te BrJldwIr 

Warning to the Trade — Any garment offered as Hanes is a substitute unless it bears the "Hanes" Label. 


Ho/IER/ - 

IT'S only natural when you're 
wearing Holeproof to be more 
conscious of its good looks than 
of its remarkable strength. But 
no thought of making darning for 
mother need spoil your sport, be- 
cause you know Holeproof will 
4tand the strain. Its wear and 
looks are both the finest. 

In silk, silk faced or 
tusterized lisle for men, 
women and children. 


Milwaukee, Wis. 

Holeproof Hosiery Company 
of Canada, Limited, 
London, Ont. 
50York St.,Sydney.Australia 

This symbol 

the genuine 

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Build Models Like Real Automobiles! 

Structo Tractors, Trucks and Automobiles are built like real machines. They are real 

machines — made for boys to build — have parts like real cars. Vou build your own Automobile, Tractor or 
Truck — learn the principles of automobile construction, and have a lot of real sport while you're doing it. 

Structo Models have lots of speed and pulling power. Strong, powerful motors send them over the road in 
record time; straight ahead or around in a circle, up-grade or on the level. They have many features of real cars. 


Look at these dandy Models; all the newest type machines that are copies of big ones. Pick the one you want 
now and head your Christmas list with a Structo Auto Builder Outfit. Tell all the folks to be sure and get 
you one. 

Structo Bear Cat Auto 

Model No. 10 

16 in. long. Red body. Single-unit 
motor; shaft drive. cic C/\ 

Price JpD.OU 

Structo Racing Auto 

Model No. 8 

Green body. Single-unit mo-aje f\f\ 
tor; shaft drive. Price ipO.UV 

Made Like a 
Real Automobile 

See the sliding gears 
and the regular dif- 
ferential. Throw in 
the gears and she's 
off ! High or low 
speed and reverse. 

Model in picture above is 
Structo Farm Tractor; 

Price!.!".".?!:. $7.50 

IVest of Denver, _ Colo., 
and in Canada, Prices are 
a little higher. 

Structo De Luxe Auto 

Model No. 12 

16 in. long. Orange body. Triple-unit 

motor; slidin 

mission and differential. 

gear trans^jQ qq 

Structo Dump Truck 

Model No. 14 

Red body. Triple-unit motor ; sliding 
gear transmission. Load(n.| n (\f\ 
dumpingattachment. Price«P ^ ^»\J\I 

Ask to see Structo Auto Builder Outfits in the Toy Department, at the Hardware Store, or at any 
store that sells good toys. Ask for them by name. Get one and you'll have loads of fine fun. 

STRUCTO MANUFACTURING CO., Freeport, 111., U. S. A. 


Get An 

Ideal Model Aeroplane 

for Christmas and Build a Flying Model of a Real 'Plane 

Ideal Model Aeroplanes are perfect duplicates of real machines. They look 
exactly like real aeroplanes, and have many of the same parts and fittings. Build 
one and learn how aeroplanes are constructed, operated and controlled. Ideal 
Model Aeroplanes are guaranteed to rise from the ground or water by their own 
power and fly in the air. 

Ideal Model AeropI ane Construction Outfits 

Build Duplicates of Famous Aeroplanes That Fly Like Real Ones 

These Outfits make building easy. They contain all parts, fittings and materials, 
Plans and full Building and Flying Instructions. You can get Outfits to build any of 
famous Aeroplanes — 

Curtiss Military Tractor. 3 ft. Model.. Com- 
plete construction Outfit $7.50 

Nieuport Monoplane. 3 ft. Model. Complete 

Construction Outfit .$7.00 

Cecil Peoli Racer. A Racing type, record mak- 
ing flyer Complete Construction Outfit S4.50 

West of Denver, Colo., Prices Are a Little Higlier 


NC-4 (Naval-CurtissSeaplane). AVz ft. Model. 
Shown Below. Complete Construction Out- 
fit $10.00 

DeHAVILLAND Battle Plane (DeH-4). 3 ft. 
Model. Pictured Above. Complete Construc- 
tion Outfit $8.50 

Bleriot Monoplane. 3 ft. size. Shown above at 
right. Complete Construction Outfit $6.00 

Ideal Racing Aeroplanes and Flying Toys Are Great Sport for Boys 

Ideal Racing Aeroplanes (Not Models of Real Aeroplanes) are record breakers; they fly far and fast; with, 
against or across the wind. Ideal Flyini; Toys, too, are fine fun-makers for all boys. Different styles 
to pick from, all well made and reasonably priced. Some sold in knock-down form ready to put together: 
others complete ready to fly. 

Ideal Model Aeroplanes, Ideal Racing Aeroplanes 
and Ideal Flying Toys are sold by Leading Toy, 
Sporting Goods and Department Stores. Ask for them 
at your store. Be SURE you get IDEAL Model 
Aeroplanes because they are the best and the only 
ones that are actual copies of the real, famous aero- 

Send for the Ideal AeroplaneBook 

Tells all about Idea! Aeroplanes and Flying Toys: gives complete 
des Tlptlons, prices and contains list of stores where you can get 
them. Got this book, sure. 48 pages. Sent Postpaid for 5c. ia 


Making Model Aeroplanes Since 191 1 

65 Houston St. West 
New York City 


Amaze Your Friends With 
Wonderful Chemical Experiments 

Be an amateur chemist ! Test the things you eat, wear and use. 
Work hundreds of amusing, interesting and instructive chemical ex- 
periments just like a real chemist. Amaze your friends with your 
knowledge of chemistry; mystify them with all kinds of chemical 
tricks. Pour ten dif¥erent colored liquids from the same pitcher of 
clear water. Change wine to water, and water to wine. Make dis- 
appearing ink, magic writing paper, chemical ice, snow and fire. You 
can learn the principles of chemistry and have lots of fine, useful fun 
if you have a CHEMCRAFT outfit. 

Every CHEMCRAFT outfit is a practical chemical laboratory for boys and 
girls and contains a large assortment of harmless chemicals with which to per- 
form each experiment many times ; also laboratory apparatus and a Manual of 
Instruction. CHEMCRAFT is scientifically correct; made by a professional 
chemist; used in schools and colleges and endorsed by teachers and professors. 

Which Outfit Will You Put on Your Christmas List? 
No. 1-$1.50 No. 2-$3.C0 No. 3-$5.0D No. 4-$10.00 

West of Denver, Colo., and in Canada, a Little More 

When you get your CHEMCRAFT outfit you can join The 
Chemcraft Cliemist Club and start a Local Chapter under your own 
name and get other boys and girls into your club. You'll get the 
Club Magazine regularly, too. Be sure and put CHEMCRAFT on 
your Christmas list — then you'll have a lot of real fun! For 10c 
in stamps we will send you a copy of the CHEMCRAFT Hand- 
book of Chemical Information, containing many valuable facts 
about Chemistry and Chemicals. 



Transportation the New Sport for Real Boys 

If you only had a railroad of your own, or a fleet of 
power boats, what sport you would have! Just think 
of the fun being president, superintendent, despatcher, 
engineer and conductor on your own train or cr.ptain, 
mate, purser, helmsman, and engineer of your own boats. 

Ives Toys make 
this all possible. 
There are fine, big 
Ives Trains that 
run by electricity. 
Start the powerful 
electric locomotive 

by a switch; control its speed. Stop the train and re- 
verse it at your will. With Ives stations, switches, sid- 
ings, semaphores, culverts, tunnels, bridges and other 
parts you can have a comple -c railroad system, as elab- 
orate as you wish. Then there are Ives Trains that are 
pulled by mechanical locomotives with strong motors 
that run a long time on one winding, Ives builds pas- 
senger and freight cars, baggage cars, coal cars — all 
kinds of rolling stock. And they are built to last, just 


Ives Boats are the newest and finest toys out. Made 
of steel and driven by screw propeller and strong, long- 
running motor. Steered by a regular rudder, Ives Boats 
speed along at a great rate for along distance on a single 
winding. There are twelve models and sizes, among 

them being an 
ocean liner, U. S. 
Merchant Marine, 
patrol boat,Iaunch, 

Make Hapi^'B'^^ f^^P"^ motor boat, freigh- 

* I*' ^^Smr >/ ter and others. 

Good toy stores 

and toy departments everywhere sell genuine Ives Toys. 
Be sure that the name "Ives" is on the train or boat 
you buy. For 4c in stamps we will send you either our 
booklet on boats or our folder on trains; both for 6c. 
The boat book contains rules ofthe sea, signals, diction= 
ary of nautical 
terms and other 
navigation infor- 

like regular cars. jyj.g jy|pQ CORPORATION 




REAL TOYS— More than Playthings 

I used to be a pretty lively boy myself, long before I became a 
toy manufacturer, and I know that boys want the kind of toys 
with which they can build and do things, just as men do them. 
My Gilbert Toys are that kind — the famous Erector, for build- 
ing skyscrapers, bridges, elevators and toys that run by little 
motors, and the wonderful Gilbert Outdoor Wheel toy, with 
which you can make real wagons, gliders, coasters, racers, trucks, 
etc., with only a screw driver and a wrench for tools. 


I make hundreds of great toys for boys and girls, and have just 
started a big free toy building contest, with a real buckboard 
automobile or Shetland pony as first prize, and a hundred other 
fine prizes. I'll tell you all about it, send you a free copy of my 
fine magazine and my big toy catalog if you'll just fill out the 
coupon below and mail it to me. 

A. C. GILBERT, President 


130 Blatchley Ave., NEW HAVEN. CONN. 

In Canada: The A. C. GILBERT-MENZIES CO., Limited, Toronto 
In England: The A. C. GILBERT CO., 125 High Bolborn, London, W. C. 


No indoor toy can give 
more lasting fun than 
Erector — the toy of 
square girders like real 
structural steel. With 
i t you can b u i 1 d 
bridges, skyscrapers, el- 
evators that run and 
hundreds of other 
things just as real 
workmen build them. ^ 
Prices of sets $1.50 to 
$25.00. (In Canada $2.25 to $37.S0.) Com 
plete with fine Manual. 


The orginal stone Anchor Blocks that have 
just been added to my big line of Gilbert 
Toys. These outfits will make dandy build- 
ing block sets for your little brother or sister. 
Price $1.00 to $10.00. (In Canada, $1.50 to 


It's great fun to do magic tricks that keep 
even the grown ups goessing. Gilbert magic 
sets contain some ot the best tricks of real 
magicians. A big hook on magic and fine 
stage talk in each set fO that you can give 
real shows and earn money. Sets from $1.50 
to $10.00. (In Canada $2 25 to $15.00.) 


Makes wagons, coasters, gliders, racers, 
trucks etc. Fine steel disc wheels. 
The Crackerjack $10 set ($15 in Can- 
ada"! has gears and pinions and 
extra parts to make a real power j^-s* 
speedster. d^^^V^o^* 
Then there is a fine Jii^^N^.d^ 
$6 set ($9 in Canada) ❖t^ >^ o^' 

and a b ig $15 set 0\oZ\^^%<.JP ,. 

($22.50 in vi? V", <^ -5° 

Canada.) 0-'^''^'^''° ' 


Get Speed- Edge 
Skates that Stay On 
and Hold Hard 

A SK a speedy hockey player what 
he thinks of your skating, and see 
if he doesn't immediately glance at 
your skates. 

If they are just a common pair, he 
won't tell you to "skate around a bit." 
But if you have on a pair of Barney 8s 
Berry hockeys, thats just what he's 
apt to do. 

He knows that unless a skater has the 
right skates, he has no chance to show his 

And he knows Barney & Berry skates — 
you bet he does! For fifty years, expert 
hockey, figure, and speed skaters everywhere 
have depended on them — done their very 
best skating with them. 

They are the skates that keep their speed 
edge, that stay on, that run fast, that hold 
hard on the turns and stay with you in the 

Ask your local dealer about the famous 
Barney & Berry skates — the kind all the 
best skaters want. He will be glad to sell 
you a pair, of whatever style you like best, 
and you will find the prices will fit any boy's 

Look for the Name Barney & Berry on the Blade 


Springfield, Mass. 


Buy American-Made Toys 


Patronize the 
toy store that 
displays these signs 

SANTA CLAUS — the good American that he is — ^this 
year has turned to Uncle Sam for his toys. In fact the 
pair of them have been working together for months and 
months for our American kiddies. 

They have planned and arranged and built really wonderful 
things. They are original — ^there is a host of new toy ideas. 

They are conceived and built by American men and women 
— they are not the thoughts or work of foreign countries. 

American-made toys are best for the children because each 
toy is perfect. The design is right, the craftsmanship is care- 
ful — there are more to pick and choose from. They are edu- 
cational — they are amusing. 

This Christmas make children happier with American-made toys. 

This season — this coming New Year — resolve to support American 
industries — to protect American trade. 

Patronize the toy store that shows the circle of Uncle Sam and the 
laughing happy children. You will find there the greatest assortment 
of Christmas and all-year-round toys — the best ones too. 

This space is contributed to the cause of Amer- 
ican industries by the Toy Manufacturers of 
the U. S. A.. Flatiron Building. Nc~,v York. 


Run Your 
Own Railroad 

^heTrain with the Cuarantee" 

legistered USPstotf Office 

PUT up your tracks, bridges, tunnels and stations. Put in your sidings, switches 
and safety signals so there'll be no accidents on your road. Then start your 
"American Flyer" ! Pull the starting lever — just like a real train. Gee Whiz! 
She's off. Open the throttle — drive her fast. Through tunnels, over bridges — 
tearing around curves. The "American Flyer" is a fast express! Stop her when 
you want to. You're the engineer, president, switchman — everything. Talk 
about fun! 

Fascinating Catalog on Request 

Send for this interestings book of "American 
Flyer" outfits — cars, tunnels, stations, bridges, 
switches, semaphores — everything the boy 
loves. All made in the U. S. A.. Also tells the 
story of the first locomotive. 

Ask Your Dealer 

to show you an "American Flyer" System. If 
he can't, write us direct and give your dealer's 
name. Insist on the "American Flyer" if you 
want the best. 

American Flyer Mfg. Co 

2255 S. Halsted St. Chicago, 111. 

Look for 
This Sign 

It marksan"Am- 
erican Flyer" 
dealer. When- 
ever you see it 
you may know 
you can get the 
best mechanical 
railroad outfit i 
made, in that 
store. ' 

"American Flyers" have lots of exclusive 
features. Stronger works — go faster. Cars are 
larger and more realistic — freight, mail and 
passenger, just like real. Real sliding doors on 
baggage cars. Engines have piston rods, brakes, 
and lever control just like the real thing. 

Tne "American Flyer" line is the finest made 
— the train with the guarantee. Ask Dad for 
an "American Flyer" System, Be one of the 
2,000,000 happy owners of "American Flyer" 

To Wise Parents 

Nothing else so full of fun for your boy as an 
"American Flyer" Railroad. And it's highly 
educational. Develops mental alertness and 

Th. Xbj' tor the B«r 

Maimers of a Full Line of Electrical and Mechanical Trains 



To fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, cousins, uncles, 
aunts, grandfathers, grandmothers, distant relatives, l^f 
neighbors, 5anta Claus, and all other good friends. 
I have w ritten down below a list of the Christmas gifts 
that would make me happiest. Of course I won't bedissapointed if I don't get 
them all I just thought it would be easier for you if I told you what 1 should 

like to have. 

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IVhat to do with this page 

To 5T. NICHOLAS Boys and Girls— First look through your copies of ST. NICHOLAS OTid 
decide what things you would most like to find in your stocking on Christmas morning. Then 
write your name and copy your "wishes" in the spaces reserved above, putting in the exact page 
and issue of ST. NTCHOLAS on which the gift is advertised so that "Santa Claus" will make no 
mistake. Then leave your ST, NICHOLAS in a conspicious place with this page turned down at 
the corner or something to attract attention. 


FIRST a Christmas tree then a 
Flexible Flyer. On heavy or 

crust this famous 
along with equal 

light snow, or icy 
steering sled speeds 
thrill and pleasure. The fastest and 
safest sled made. Built like a bridge, 
sturdy, strong — yet light in weight. 
Easy to pull up hill. Saves shoes, pre- 
vents wet feet. Ideal for boy or girl. 



the famous steering sled with patented non-skid runners that grip ice 
or snow and insure complete control under all conditions. The new 
steel front takes up shock, adds strength and prevents splitting of seat 
and rails. 

Outlasts 3 ordinary sleds. Comes in seven sizes — 38 to 63 inches 
long. Look for the name and flying eagle trade mark on the seat. 
None genuine without it. 

PPX^tJ f^ardboard model shows how the 
^ *^»-id Flexible Flyer steers. Write for it. 

S. L. ALLEN 8i CO., Inc. 

Box IIOIV Philadelphia 



In a good many homes Father and Mother are sort of forgotten at Christmas. 
But everybody knows it ought not to be so. This page has been set aside 
especially for them. They should write down what they think "some one" 
would get for them if "some one" only knew what would please them. 

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Of course if Father and Mother want to share their page with any one 
older or younger, they may do so by drawing a heavy horizontal line in 
place of one of the dotted lines half-way down the Column. Then all 
above that line w ill be Father's or Mother's "wishes," and all above it 
Grandfather's or Grandmother's, or whoever else lives at your house. 



5 c a package 
before the war 

5 c a package 
during the war 


A Remington Rifle for Christmas 

You want one — don't you? Think of the good times you can 
have with a rifle — the very thought of owning a real Rem- 
ington sends a thrill through you! 'Member that wily old woodchuck in the 
meadow lot? You can get him with a Remington. 

Then, too, you can have heaps of fun shooting at targets, both indoors and 
outdoors, to win the official government decorations awarded by the 
National Rifle Association. 

Write us for free booklets which will show you how to shoot right — how to 
handle a rifle — and give you the official rules for target shooting. 



Largest Manufacturers of Firearms and Ammunition in the World. WOOL WORTH BUILDING, NEW YORK CITY. 



A game 
grow old 

that will never 
Remember how 
you used to hold a block 
so long and you were 
nearly all the way round 
when you were sent 

ftome:' The same 
is still there. You 
better get a game 
teach the youngsters 
to play. 
Price $1.00 complete. 



Instruction and 
play at the same 
time for the 
young ones. A 
durable, beauti- 
fully enameled 
board. 9V2xl3>^ 
inches long. 
■"^"^^^^^M^M^MHia^ Letters cannot 
be lost or broken like blocks, etc. Will amuse 
youngsters for hours Price $1.00 complete. 

•The most fascinat- 
ing and mysterious 
game sold. A re- 
vealer of the past, 
future and present. 
Interesting and be- 
wildering. A game 
that any number 
can play at. 

Price 50 cents each. 


ably with much more expensive ones. 

Price $12 00 Complete. 


Fun for the 
whole family. 
Not a toy, but a 
practical table 
game, 3,'>^x5 ft. 
Complete set 
pool balls num- 
bered, triangle 
frame, 4 cues; 
36 inches long. 
Compares favor- 

For Sale by Toy and Department Stores or sent postpaid by 

SELCHOW & RIGHTER CO., 620 Broadway, New York 


xire a yConfessAbri 

that you are using the wrong method of 
cleansing for your type of skin. 

The following famous Woodbury treat- 
ment will keep your skin free from this 
disfiguring trouble. 

Apply hot wet cloths to the face until 
the skin is reddened. Then with a rough 
wash cloth, work up a heavy lather of 
Woodbury's Facial Soap and rub it into 
the pores thoroughly — always with an up- 
ward and outward motion. Rinse with 
clear, hot water, then with cold. If pos- 
sible, rub your face for thirty seconds with 
a lump of ice. Dry carefully. 

To remove blackheads already formed, sub- 
stitute a fle h brush for the wash doth in the 
treatment above. Then protect the fingers w'tli 
a handkerchief and press out the blackheads. 
Thereafter, use Woodbury's Facial Soap daily. 
A 25c cake of Woodbury's is sufficient for a month 
or six weeks of this treatment and for general 
use. For sale at drug stores and toilet goods 
counters throughout ' the United States and 

Write today for a week's size cake. For 6c 
we will send you a trial size cake of Wood- 

bury's Facial Soap large enough to last for a 
week of any Woodbury treatment, together 
with the booklet, "A Skin You Love to Touch." 
For 15c we will send in addition samples of 
Woodbury's Facial Powder, Facial Cream and 
Cold Cream. Address The Andrew Jergens Co., 
2012 Spring Grove Ave., Cincinnati, Ohio 

// you live m Cannda. addrean The, Andrew .Je.rgens 
rn.. Limited, 2012 Sherhrooke Street, Perth, Ontario. 



5 Boys here's a chance to make some extra money giving electrical shows. 
Sell tickets to friends, neighbors, relatives for five or ten cents. 
Bring theminto the darkened room. You press a button and suddenly it's 
light. Follow this wi.h an exhibition of electric cannon, mafrnetic pictures, 
dancing spiral, electric hammer, short distance wireless phone, dancing 
fish, singing tcle'ihone, mysterious dancing man, electric pendulum and a whole 
lot of other tricks. 

Besides the material forgiving shows there is a plunge battery, compass— galva- 
nometer, solenoid, telephone receiver, electric lamp, plenty of wire and 
many other things you need to make 
electrical experiments. The instruction 
book tells you how to perform all kinds 
of electric tricks. 

You can pay for this box from the profits 
of your shows and ma'.ie lots of spending 
money every week. You can mystify and 
surprise everybody with the wonders of 

Order now before these wonder boxes are 
all gone. You'll get it right away if you 
order now! 



This inexpensive 
BCt of electrical 
apparatus makes 
tlie finest kind of 
instructive play 
for your boy. It 
teaches him the 
principles of elec- 
tricity, how to 
construct and de- 
velop the crea- 
tive faculties in 
the proper di- 

Our big, new electrical ^ 
cyclopedia No. 20l 

244 Fulton Street, N.Y. 

is waiting for you. I „. , , ^ „» 

Tli<r "Trpnti^ie on Gentlemen: Please find enclosed 55.0» 
Wifeless TeleCTaohv" I f"-- which please send me "Tne Boy's 
Wireless leiegrapny. ■ gig^trie Toys" also a copy of your 
Also Wireless Course | New Electrical Catalogue, 
in 20 lessons. Send for | j.jame 

I Street 

I City , State.. 


What Every Boy TOnts 

No matter what different 
sports he may like, there is 
one desire that every American 
boy seems to have firmly fixed 
in his heart. 

He wants a gun of his own. 
He wants to learn how to handle 
a rifle correctly, and to be able 
to shoot straight. 

That love of a gun — it seems 
to be in the American blood, a 
heritage from our pioneer days. 

*Just remind dad that you 
want a gun, just as he probably 
had when he was your age. 
Maybe he had a Daisy Air Rifle 
— that safest of all guns for the 
boy who isn't quite old enough 
for a hunting rifle. 

For over thirty years the 
Daisy Air Rifle has been the fa- 
vorite boys' gun. It is known 
wherever live, keen American 
boys practice target shootmg. 
Today you can have a finer one 
than your father ever had — the 
Military Daisy, which follows 
the latest military lines, or the 
Daisy Pump Gun, which looks 
just like a real magazine hunt- 
ing rifle. 

Both repeaters, both accurate 
to a hair, both safe. Either 
model, at your dealer's, $4.00. 
Other Daisy Models, $1.00 to 

If your dealer cannot supply you, 
any Daisy model will be sent direct 
from factory on receipt of price. Send 
for descriptive circular. 







The "Kidphone" is sold as a toy, but it is more than a toy, it is a practical, durable, superior 
telephone. Altho' it is much smaller and weighs much less (receiver weighs 34 oz.) it talks better than 
the one you're used to. The idea of operation is different, it is based upon the correct theory of voice 
transmission, introducing to America for the first time a far-reaching scientific principle, only recently 
perfected. Can be used for all sorts of purposes - in the house, in the play-room, on "Scout" duty, 
in games, etc. 

Ingenious! Instructive! Fascinating ! 

Price SIO. at your electrical dealer's, deparlmcnl store, or from us direel. 
Department E 

American Thermophone Company 

114-116 Bedford Street, 

Boston, Mass. 

i 1 i 

'^r So'MB 




PERFORMING ANIMALS Every Lively Boy Wants One 

Little children clap their hands and even grown- 
ups smile at the amusing alertness with which 
these clever Performing Animals " sit up " or 
" kick up." Just a tap on the base and they 
spring to position. When pushed down they hold 
the normal position until again released. 

Robbins Performing Animals have won thou- 
sands of children's happy hearts. They are orig- 
inal American ideas and Ameri- 
can Manufacture. At a small cost 
they will delight the children you 
are buying tht.l for. 

See that they are present under 
your tree on Christmas morning. 

A Private Electric Telephone Line all your own. Here's your 
chance. Make this wonderlul telephone set a most absorbing 
educational part of your games and spare hours. 

The Robbms Electric Telephone Set is a rea/ American made 
telephone, scientifically perfect and complete. It can be used 
anywhere that your imagination suggests— from room to room, 
to a chum's house, outdoors in " Scouting " and games 
or in any number of ways. Operates on dry batteries, 
so is independent of any other current. Complete 
instructions with each set. Thousands of boys now 
include this set among theirmost precious treasures. 
See that the Robbins Telephone set is a part of 
your " wants" for this Christmas. 

Write as now foi a copj ol Robbins Telephone Manual-sem FREE 


At Good Reteiil Stores— Or, in Case 

your dealer doesn't have them, he can easily obtain them for vou. We mail the Robbins 
Telephone Set to any address postpaid upon receipt of S2.00. Make it a point to get 
ROBBINS, the best and most interesting ol American Made Toys, this Christmas. 

The Robbins Manufacturing Company 

1819 North Central Park Ave., CHICAGO, ILL. 

A REALLY USEFUL GIFT for Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, is a 


"A Gift Worth -While" 

It attaches to bed, crib, chair — anywhere. 

Furnished with 8 feet of cord and attachment plug. 

Gives the "Right Light At The Right Spot." 

By pulling the regulating chain, it gives five distinct changes 

Light— Full, Low, Dim, Nite-Lite, and Out. 

If your dealer does not carry DIM-A-LITE, write US today. 





Do you know how to make chemical tricks? 

7—1^ — • Do you know how cloth is blt-achcd? 

I 30 Y OU ^ know how to test soil ? 
Do you want to make invisible ink? 
I^TIOW^ know how to test flour? 

Do you know how Chlorine Smoke and Chlorine Gas (German War 
Ca»), is made? 

What do you know about chemistry in general? 

These and hundred other intercstinc questions are answered and demon- 
strated with our Chemistry Laboratory which we present herewith. 
We present herewith to our friends our new E. I. Co. Chemical Laboratory which contains real chemi- 
cals and .Tpparala to perform real chemical experiments. Tliis outfit is not a toy, put up merely to amuse, 
but a pr3Clic.ll laboratory set, with all the chemicals, apparata and rcai?rnK necessary to perform real work 
and to tc.iHi the bcgmncr all the secrets of morganic chemistry. With this outfit wc give free a book con- 
taining a Treatise in Elementary Chemistry, useful data and recipes, and lOa instructive and 
amusing expteriments. 

rhc chemicals furnished arc all technically pure and put up in appropriate wooden boxes and glass bottles, 
and there IS a sufficient quantity to make dozens of experiments with each. The apparata are of standard 
laboratory size and quality 

Aliho chemicals have nearly doubled m price, wc have decided not to raise the price for this outfit for the 
present. Read the list of chemicals and apparata and look at the actual photograph of the outfit at your left 
And order one today 

44 Chemicals 17 Apparata AA 

1 Instruction Book with 100 Experiments l^llCe «pO.Uvl 

Shipping Weight 10 lbs. Can be Shipped by Express Only 

$5 E. I. Co. Chemical Laboratory 

the following 44 chemicals: 

Description of the Outfit-it contai 

Sodcm ChlonJt ,\,„,„, 

Sulphate ol Zint 
Magnesi.i Carbonai* 
" . Mciillic 

us Sulph.ii« 
I SulplijTo 
m Phosphate 

Nickel Chloride 
Hydrocloric Acid 
iulphuric Acid 

Mercury. Metallic 

Our bis. new electric: 
TlTl'-i mches.'""weie'h' 

I cyclopedia No 

One Alcohol Limp Ten Sheet* ol Filler Par-- 

One Delivery Tube One (Jlais Dropper 

Sin Assorted Test Tubes One Spoon Measure 

One Test Tube Holder Class Tub.nR 


"The Livest Catalog in America" 

One book containine Treatise on 
menlary Chemistry and 100 Chei 
hxperlmenls tu be pcrlormed 


pons lor our lOO-pace FR LE Wireless Course 
«ceiptof 6 cent stamps to cover postage. 



This young 
man knows how simply he can 
make his own flashlight battery 
and that when it's made he's sure 
of a brighter light at less cost. 
He uses Make-Ur-Own batteries in his 
flashlight — the batteries that come "knocked 
down" ready for him to assemble in a jiffy. 


assures you of a fresh battery— not weakened from repos- 
ing on the dealers' shelves as is the case with a ready 
made battery — you make it in a seconi and your flash- 
light will burn brighter and longer. 


Make-Ur-Own Battery 
and Flashlight, $2.50 

Send 113 .51.2.5. and we will send 
you th8 flashlight and battery 
outfit containing enough n^atei- 
ial to manufacture si.\ batteries. 
After Insppcting it either send 
us the rcmainin? SI 2.5or return 
the outfit immr'diatelv. and we 
will refund ''o tr m^nr>v 




"MILTRY" is the Greatest Ever! 


This great game is so simple that even young 
children can play it. and so interesting 
that grovm-ups insist on joining in the fun. 
Twenty armies with their national flas:s. hand- 
some board (see picture ' . rules and suggestions 
for strategic moves, sent postpaid for $1 00. 


Send for "MILTRY" to 

110 Nassau St. New York City 



Tell, Dad to make it regular Xmas, by buying you a Lionel Train, so you can play at real rail- 
roading. Lional Trains are niechanically and electrically correct— faithfully reproduced from real 
trains. Made of steel (not brittle cast iron)- last for years, Beautifully finished Special 
high power motors. 


A Corbin for Christmas! 

Nothing, next to the bicycle itself, is more 
welcome than a 

Corbin Duplex 
Coaster Brake 

That means safety, riding ease, comfort, a com- 
plete mastery of all the heretofore uncontrolled 
features of bicycling. 

That means as long as the bicycle lasts you'll 
have coaster brake service that represents every- 
thing worth while in coaster brake dependability 
and construction. It must live up to the guarantee 
of the $10,000,000 corporation that makes and 
backs it. Send for Catalog right away. 

A "Bicycle— the ideal Christmas "Present 

Corbin Screw Corporation 

American Hardware Corporation, Successor, 
214 High St., New Britain, Conn. 
Branches: New York Chicago Philadelphia 

First Aid ^ 

For Cu ts and Scrapes M 

Keeps out germs. M 

Protects from infection. ^ 

Have it on hand M 

for emergencies. ^ 

In two sizes, at all druggists. ^ 






Rook, Pit, Halma, Pas- 
time Picture Puzzles 

and other successes. 
The Great New Giune 


The Popular Board 
Game now played 
everywhere. Absorb- 
ingly fascinating. 
Easily learned in a few 
minutes. PoUyannais 
a perfect pamefortwo, 
three or four players. 
Partnership games are 
great fun. POLLY- 
ANNA comes in sev- 
eral editions, the most 
popular selling at $1.00 
and $1.50. At your 
from us. 


Reg. U.S. Patent Office 
PING-PONG has come into its own again. 
There is no better game for boys and girls. 
PING-PONG is made only by Parker Brothers. 
Sets from $2.00 upwards. 


The Game of Gaines 

The best loved house- 
hold game in America. 
The largest selling Home 
game in the world. En- 
joyed by every member of 
the family. Sent by mail, 
postpaid, 75 cents. 

Ping-Pong, Halma, Pit and Other Patented 




Family Toy Talk 

Na. DI 

Yesterday the manufacturing of toys was a 
strictly commercial enterprise. To amuse was its sole 
aim. Germany in the best of her toys, looked no fur- 
ther ahead than to please a passing fancy. She built 
about her the romance of toy making, which never 

Today we know how false has been the basis of 
Germany's toy construction. In America we now real- 
ize that the making of good toys is a science and a most 
important one. Clever minds and farseeing brains 
have worked together to bring about three things in 
our toys, namely amusement, education and health. 

Germany, altho her educational system has been 
lauded to the skies, has never taken into consideration 
the education of the young mind by toys. She has al- 
ways preached a self glorification propaganda. We were 
blinded, until we were brought to the place where we 
could see how tawdry her brilliance was. 

It took the World War to teach us commercial 
self reliance. That lesson learned, we soon saw how 
much nearer the right were our own ideas in toy mak- 
ing. For it is indeed a proven fact that our children 
may be better equipped to enter school, and follow out 
their courses with interest, by first establishing the se- 
cure foundation oflfered through American toys. 

There is one obvious duty for parents, — to buy 
American toys. It is too much to expect that parents 
spend as much time on the very center of interest to 
the homes — the children— as they do in the selection of 
hangings or decorations in furnishing it} The judicial 
selection of toys is work which no parent can conscien- 
tiously overlook. 

Certainly you need never look for that label 
"Made in Germany" for your boys or girls. "Made in 
the U. S. A." has a sweeter sound, and a deeper, truer 
meaning. Toys of this kind have everything to recom- 
mend them. We have learned at last to distinguish 
truth from the false. 

So this is our conclusion: 

I. Buy Toys for the children 
II. Buy only American Made Toys 

And with the very happiest greetings of the sea- 
son to our fathers, mothers, boys and girls, St. Nicholas 
wishes you all 



The True Spirit 
of Christmas 

"To give pleasure to those we love 
or whose friendship we appreciate." 

"Something from 

Will be acceptable to every member 
of the family and for every climate. 

Skating or 
Tennis or Golf 
Track and Field 

Running Shoes, Skating Shoes 
Indoor Exercising Apparatus 

Send for Catalogue and mention 
articles or sports in which 

A. G. 
6 BROS. 

New York Chicago 
Los Angeles 
San Francisco 
and all other large 
cities of the United 

men and women for the 
out-of-doors in our 
Fifth Avenue (New 
York) Chicago andSan 
Francisco Stores. Also 
Hunting Saddlery and 
Walking Sticks. 


"Just What I Want for 

Tell the folks that you want an Iver 
Johnson Bicycle more than anything else 
this Christmas. 

Then you can take trips anywhere, any- 
time — ^have loads of fun without expense, 
and see wonderful sights, earn money. 
A bicycle is the most useful and healthful 
gift a boy can have. 



Correctly designed, strongly built — 
Iver Johnson Juvenile Bicycles em- 
body Tver Johnson adult construction 
throughout. Seamless steel tubing, per- 
fect 2-point bearings, drop-forged parts, 
one-piece hubs, superb enamel and 
nickel finish, and the best equipment 
make Iver Johnson the King of Bi- 
cycles — vinbeatable for good looks, 
easy riding, speed, strength and 

Iver Johnson Juveni'e Bicycles 

$37.50 to $42.50 

{No extra charge for Coaster Brake) 

Other M)clels $30.00 and up 

Write today for Free 
Bicycle Catalog "B" 
Ive» John«on*8 
Arms & Cycle Work* 
358 Hiier St., Fitchburg, Mau. 

99 Chambers St. 

New York 
717 Market St. 
San Francisco 



Conducted by Samuel R. Simmons 


We had intended under this heading to illustrate 
this month more of the "Armistice" or "Mittel- 
Europa" stamps. But space seems to forbid. So 
we picture a new stamp from Zanzibar, the is-cent 
multiple C A, deep blue in color. We do this for 
a peculiar reason. One of our readers writes us 
that he has a scrap-book in which he keeps all of 
the articles that appear on the Stamp Page of dif- 
ferent periodicals. He cuts out the article and 
pastes it in his book, ar- 
ranging it alphabetically. But 
he says that all of our ar- 
ticles come in the first part 
of the book ; that he has n't 
yet a single article under the 
letter "Z" ! We know of 
other readers who have such 
scrap-books, and we approve 
of" the idea. So we oblige 
our young correspondent by 
illustrating a stamp from 
that most interesting country, Zanzibar. Zanzibar 
is ruled by a native sultan under a British protec- 
torate. Its earliest stamps were surcharged on those 
of Brftish colonies, but now it has stamps of its 
own design. The one we illustrate is characteristic 
of the lower values of the current set. The higher 
values show a native boat. The portrait is that of 
the present sultan, Kalif bin Harah. 


Christmas is coming. It will soon be here. And 
there are certain number of our readers who firmly 
believe that Santa Claus reads Stamp Page. That 
is, if we may judge by the letters which reach us 
soon after the holidays. Anyhow, Santa Claus finds 
out who of our readers are on the roll of stamp- 
collectors. To such as these, there is nothing more 
welcome as a Christmas gift than something which 
in one way or another helps them in their favorite 
hobby. Indeed, one of the wisest things Santa 
Claus can do for a child is to give him this help. 
This is not the place to enter into a discussion with 
parents and aunties and teachers, explaining to 
them the educational advantages of stamp-collect- 
ing ; or of trying to show them glearly how much of 
geography, of history, of spelling, or of all kinds of 
general knowledge is absorbed incidentally by the 
boy or girl who collects stamps. And there is n't 
any need of it, either, because Santa Claus already 
knows full well. It only remains for Stamp Page, 
from its long experience with young collectors, to 
suggest what might, Jdc desirable and acceptable 
gifts for an open-mouthed stocking on Christmas 
morning. In mentioning these, there is really a 
sort of sequence which may be observed. First, if 
it be that this young collector is not already pos- 
sessed of a "home" for his stamps, his crying need 
is for something of that sort. He naturally wants 
a stamp album in which to place his treasurers. And 
here there is a large field for choice. One's purse 
has to be consulted, of course. For those of limited 
means, undoubtedly the best thing is the Junior In- 
ternational. Of course this is n't quite so big and 
important as the real International ; it has n't so 

many pages or so many spaces. On the other 
hand, a small collection, or that of a beginner, is n't 
lost in it. When a boy shows his collection, it 
looks as if there were ever so many more spaces 
filled, and this is much more encouraging. Of 
course it is nice to have a real International and 
point out that the stamps which would fill in this or 
that space would cost at least a thousand dollars ; it 
sounds so big and important ! But on the other 
hand, a smaller book without these expensive pages 
is almost as good and certainly fills up much more 
rapidly. And what greater glory is there than to 
have a completely filled page ! It is better to have 
a Junior International than just a National. The 
young collector is omniverous. He wants, and 
should collect, stamps from every country in the 
world. Indeed, were it possible to get them, stamps 
from the moon and stars as well. The wider his 
range of collecting, the more general knowledge will 
he pick up. 

After the choice of an album, the next thing the 
young collector needs is a descriptive book of stamps 
which will help him to identify his treasures — 
teach him where they should go, what spaces to fill 
in his album. For this there is nothing equal to 
Scott's Standard Stamp Catalogue, with thousands 
of illustrations. This book may be purchased from 
any stamp-dealer ; but unfortunately, this year the 
1920 edition will not appear until March. Still, one 
could place an advance order for a copy to be de- 
livered upon publication. 

The next need is for stamps to put in the album. 
Here the opportunities are wide and various. For 
the boy who has only a few stamps (and it is for 
these young collectors that we are writing) the best 
thing is a "packet." Any stamp-dealer will tell you 
about these. Write to some of our advertisers for 
their lists of "packets" and "sets" and study them. 
Buy as large a packet as circumstances permit. One 
gets the best value in a large packet. One reader 
of Stamp Page wrote us last year that an aunt of 
his helped him a great deal with his collection. It 
seems that Santa Claus brought him a large packet 
with a thousand stamps in it. So he and his aunt 
talked it over and decided to use the packet as a 
"grab-box." Instead of looking at all the stamps at 
once, he "grabbed," taking out stamps one by one 
each time until he had picked out twenty-five. Then 
they put the packet away until these twenty-five 
were all identified and carefully placed in the album. 
We really approve of this idea. A few at a time 
keeps up the interest very much better than a mass 
all at once. The more advanced collector will not 
care so much for a packet ; he will want to select 
his own stamps, pick out those which fill in empty 
spaces, or complete a row, or cover up a printed 
illustration. He will want to buy from "approval 
sheets." The best plan here is to buy for him a 
"credit-slip" with his favorite dealer. The boy can 
then invest this to suit his own desires, according 
to the needs of his collection. One boy wrote us 
that many of the early United States stamps 
bothered him, that he could not tell what was meant 
by "hard paper" and "soft paper" ; so when he 
found in his stocking a credit-slip, he wrote to a 
dealer and asked for an approval sheet having 
these stamps on it, plainly marked with the cata- 
logue number. In this way he got the stamps and 

{Continued on page 55) 



IT is so named because here every St. Nicholas reader can find the names and addresses of leading stamp 
dealers. Selected stamps for young folks are their specialty. Mention St. Nicholas in writing them and 
be sure alwavs to give your name and complete address, as well as that of parent, teacher or employer as 
reference. Be sure to get permission first. We are careful to accept the advertisements of only the most 
^xliablp stamp dealers, and if you have any unfair business dealings with St. Nicholas tidveTtisers advise us 
promptly. We are always glad to help solve your stamp problems. Write us when you want information. 



19th Century Section 20th Century Section 

Published separately— bound In one volume, printed on both 
Rides of the paee. When used jointly, will provide for the en- 
tire Issuing period. 


Provides Bpacea for every principal variety of postage stamp 
Issued by any Government In the world prior to Jan. 1st. 1901. 


Price Ship. Wt. 

No. 1, bound In boards. Blue Cover, Cloth Back $3.00 7 lbs. 
■No. 2, bound In Brown Cloth, Gilt Lettering . . 4.00 S lbs. 


Fully Illustrated 

Provides spaces for every principal variety of postage stamp 
Issued by any Government in the world during the period- 
January l9t, 1901-January 1st, 1919. 


Price Ship. Wt. 

No.l, bound In Boards. Blue Cover. Cloth Back $3.00 8 lbs. 
No.2, bound In Blown Cloth, Gilt Lettering , , 4.00 9 lbs. 
Forwarding Charges Extra, 

The above mentioned books may also beTiad In Loose Leaf- 
sample pages on request. 


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65 Different Foreign Countries / Australia, EuroDe. West 
Indies: and our pamphlet which tells you "How to make your 
collection of stamps properly." FOR ONLY 16 CENTS — A 
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1 CO Genuine Foreign Stamps — Mexico War 

*«"-' issues, Venezuela, Salvador and Indiain^ 
"Service. Guatemala, ChiTia. etc. Only 
Finest Approval Sheets 50% to 60Tr. Agents 
Wanted. 72-p. Li^tsfrte. We buy Stamps. Kstab. 
Z5 vr'i. Hussman Stamp Co.. Oepf.SZ St. Lous, Mo. 


make up combination packets for boy collectors gifts These 
include album iiinges, sets of flags, arms, rulers, variety packets 
U. S. and Foreign, war stamps etc., according to order. Ask 
for our approval books when ordering 

C. S. WATSON CO.. Inc.. East Dedham. Mass. 

BARGAINS EACH set s cents 

8 Lu.xembourg: 8 Finland: 20 Sweden: 
8 Honduras: 8 Costa Rica: 10 Porto Rico: 8 Dutch Indies: 6 
Ha/d. Lists of 7000 low-priced stamps free. 
CRtMBERs ST.4MP Co .. Ill G N.^ssAn Stkeet, New York City 


50 difl. Belgium (large bi-color) China. Jamaica. Portugal 
Venezuela, etc.. 10c; 100 all dift. only 20c: 1 000 well mixed 
40c; 100 var. U S. 50c; 1,000 hinges. 10c; Agt.s wtd. 50% 
List free. I BUY STA.MPS. L. B. DOVER, Overland, Mo. 

South Am«»rirjin Stamps on approval, ariangpd 
OUULII rtllicritanaiphabfticallv. Both I9th and 
20th century. Is ymir South American cuilection filled? If not 
write to the RICHARDS .STAMP CO , Dept. A., for appro- 
vals. EAST ORANGE, N. J. 

Stamps 50 all dill., Transvaal, Brazil, Peru, 
Cuba. Mexico, Ceylon, Java, etc.. and Album, 10c. 
1000 Finely Mixed. 40c. 60 ditf U. S.. 25c. 1000 
hinges. 10c. Agts. wtd. 50%, List Free. I buy stamns. 
C.Stegman, 5940 Cole Briillanie Ave .St.Louls.Mo. 

for our fine app. sheets. LarEe discounts. Send ref. We 
Buy Stamps. Service. Satisfaction. 

B. H FEHLir, Cn . 3031 E 11th Ave., Denver, Colo. 
A plf'asing surprls" a e Hilton Anprovals becaus' they are 
" proflt-sharlns and contain go' d s'amps at I' West prices. 
Write us. HILTON PTAMP COMPANY. 1018 Gough St , 

P_-— SfaTTine Prao 1^ ^" different Canadian and 10 
ivctrc OLaiiifja i rcc ^^^^^ catalogue Free. Post- 
atie 2 cents. When possible send names and addresses of two 
stamp collectors. Large wholesale list for Dealers free. 
We offer these sets, great bargains, cheapest ever oflertd. no 
two stamps alike in any set. all different, tine condition. Postage 
2c. extra. 50 Spain, lie; 40 Japan. 5c.: 100 V. S.. 2Cc.: 7 Slam, 
15c.:50 Asia, 17c.:20ChUe, 10c. : 4 Malta. 5c.: 30 Holland. 9c ; 10 
Jamaica, 10c. ; 10 Straits, 7c.; 10 Egypt, 7c.: 7 Persia. 4c.: 10 Cey- 
lon, 15c.: 8 Hawaii. 20c.: 20 Denmark. 7c.: 30 Sweden 10c. : 50 
Brt.Col'a.Oc; 8 Peru.4o.: 25 Persia, 25c.: 10 Bra«Il. 6c.: SOAfrlca, 
24c : 6 Fill. 15c ; 25 Italy, 5c.: 7 Iceland. 20c.: 4 Sudan, 8c.; 10 
China, 10c. ; 17 Mexico, 10c. ; 10 Uruguay. 7c.: 6 Reunion. 5c.; 5 
Panama, 13c ;20 New Zealand, 15c. Remitin ftampsorMoney 
Order. Fine approval sheets 5096 discount. 50 Page List Free 
We buy Stamps. M.^RKs gT»Mt' Co.. Dept. N.Toronto. Canada 

Send Only 12 Cents 

And get all of this: 

1. World's Greatest Bargain Paper. 

2. 27 Different unused French Colonies. 

3. Set of Ideal Stamps (in three colors), 

4. One Perforation Guage. 

5. Samples of American Hinges- 
Is that worth 12c? Made just to 

introduce our paper. 

A. C. Roessler, East Orange, N. J. 

Why my approvals are the best: (ij No trash. (2) Lowest 
price: 50 r wjth exlra discounts for quick returns. (3) Attract- 
ive Sheets arranged by countries. (4) Aguinaido Philippine 
stamp cat. 50c. premium to customers who expect to buy. 
(5) H. H, Ic. stamps for small boys If desired. Hundreds of 
St. Nicholas boys have tried them. Why not YOU. 

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Cnopiolc Jugo-Slavia t.arbach issue 20c. 8 Geiman Cc- 
optil/lato cupatlon, Belgium, 2nd issue 15c; 5 Ceylon "War" 
15c; Jamaica "Peace" Sc: 4 Turkey 1913 Pictorials 7c; 6 
Fiume 1919 65c:5 Austria Military 20c:2 Poland 12c: 11 Japan 
1913 Issue 27c, the Sand 10 year 23c: 12 Japan 1914 Issue 18( ; 
6 Japan 1915-16 issue 25c. Postage extra, gend for list of Ap- 
proval Books. FRANKLIN COOPER, 108 Claremont Ave . 


51 different stamps, packet 5 unu?ed, China ship set, 2 scarce 
animal stamps, large SI. 00 U. S. revenue, perforation gauge, 
millimetre scale, ruler and price lists. ALL FOR 9c ! Finest 
approvals: British Colonies, etc.. large discounts. 


IF you will buy Jl 00 or more at a time fr<m our bene- 
selections. you can make youi collection a gilt-edge Investr' 
ment. Write HE93 Bros Co . Box 52. Clearfleld. Pa 

en different .stamps 2,jc fiO very fine 50c 100 Cincy paek- 
et $1.00. Approva'.s 50 and 60 per cent. 

SATTLER. 701 Clinton St.. CINCINNATI. O. 
DANDY PACKET STAMPS free for name, address 3 
collectors, 2c. postage, with 50% apprs. 125 <tli 
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'piD'pTf Genuine Mexican Villa Dollar Bill, with 150 
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H. NAGLE. 740 Weiser, Reading. Pa. 


For the names of two collectors and 3c. postage. 10 coins, 2Sc; 

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CC All Different stamps I- REE to appii< aiits tur COlVjfl/Jc 
APPROVALS. Reference please. Address Dept. B. "O 
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for our approval sheets at 50% discount. Postage 2 cents 
Mention St. Nicholas. Quaker Stamp Co.. Toleiic.Oh(iio 

FREE. 1.00 U. 3. Parcel Post Stamps to Applicants for 
Approvals. Give Reference. 

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j-jfMf}!p'S— Best— 1000 for 15 cents. Packet, 100 dIO 
' stamps. 15 cents. Heavy cover album 75c 
C. F. Richards. Box 77. Gr<nd Central P. O New York 
Ail For — 20 different stamns from 20 diCferent countries. 

6r»_fo 10 different South American. 2 different Malay 
VCIII!» fTleer^t FOVE STAMP CO . Detroit. Mich. 

S Mnnqpd French Colonies to Apnroval Anpllcants. 
ROESST.ER'S stamp NEWS. 6 mos ISc 
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in other words, a Palisade Police Dog. 



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with you when on a walk or during your travels 
and you will be surprised how much your dog 
will appreciate your consideration. 
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The most realistic c^n on the market, measures 26 
Inches long over eill. Shoots a wooden shell. 

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V B #11 I piano, pipe-organ, flat. 

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{Continued from page 52) 

was able to place them correctly in his album. He 
seemed to be thoroughly well pleased with his suc- 
cess, and it certainly .was not a bad idea, either. 

For the very young collector one might get a 
packet containing only stamps with pictures, such 
as ships or animals. One can really get packets of 
all kinds ; there is a very wide field for choice. 

There are other things which might be suggested 
as gifts for stamp-collectors, such as a subscription 
to some weeply philatelic paper, or some parapher- 
nalia such as hinges, stamp-tongs, perforation 
gages, water-mark detectors, and the like. But 
these appeal more to the experienced young collector 
than to the beginner. 


#|T The queer-shaped vessel which appears upon 
^ the three-cent value of the 1893 issue of the 
Linited States is the flagship of Columbus, the Santa 
Maria. This entire series was issued in honor of 
Columbus, you know. He set sail in a fleet of three 
vessels, and when you add to your collection the 
four-cent value of this series, you will see upon it all 
three of them — the Santa Maria, the Niiia, and the 
Pinta. These same vessels appear on several stamps, 
notably on an issue of Argentine. 

(Continued on page 58) 

^Indoors Qi'outS 

Get the 
Drop on 


J^IGOROUS exercise, in- 
doors or out, is doubly 
beneficial when the slightest 
tendency to cough is pre- 
vented by Dean's Metho- 
lated Cough Drops. Get 
them anywhere. 

Dean Medicine Company 
Milwaukee, Wuconsin 



stamp Directory— Continued 

in (inn fSt^mpiai une rent oacli. Send lor rrlal seleciiou 
iv,\iw on approval, and receive a Watermark Detectci 
Free. BURT McCANN, .321 No. Newton, Minneapolis, Minn. 

FREE 10 different stamps from Hawaiian Islands, Finland rK 
PjSiage 2 cents. lOOR, 924 W. 34tli St., Indianap.ilis. liid 

Oft different Turkey, and Big Bargain Lists. . . .only e« 
JOHN M. Long, 67 Public Square, Waiertown, N. Y. 

49 ftft 1916 60c; S5 00, SI .00: 1918 (Bl-Color) S2.00 and 
<P^.UU $5.00 at same prices. \Vm. H. WUkerson, Jr., Wasli 
in!;ton, D. C. 

F*RF*F* 5 big unused French ColoQles to approval appli 
r rvi^i^ cams. Geo. D. Linn Company. Columbua, uliio 

" Approvals Michaels, 5602 Prairie, Chicago. 

STAMPS 105 Clilna,etc.. stamp dictionary, list 3000 bargains, 
2c. Album (600 pictures), 3c. Bullahd & Co.. Sta.A. Bosion 

C NEWFOUNDLAND FREE with trial Approvals. 1000 Peel- 
able Hinges. 8c. F. E. Thorp, Norwicti. N. Y. 

BEGINNERS Try my 66 2-3 per cent. Approvals. AUGUST 
FISCHER. 808 S. Second Street, LOUISVILLE. KY. 


H0B Postage Stamp Co., 345 Wasliington Street. Boston, Mass. 

All different 100 - 10c. 225 - 25c. 500 -$1.00. 1000-82 80. 

J. L. ONKEN. 630 79tli St.. BROOKLYN, N. Y. 

FREE 27 Varities ot Canada to applicants for Royal Blue 

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CHARGE. Send 15c 6 months subscription MEKEEL'S 
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Over the top first, every time, every 
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It comes from the same tremendous 
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The INDIAN Bicycle is constructed 
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And it certainly is a beauty. Looks 
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We'll mail you a Free catalog show- 
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whether or not you have ever owned 
a bicycle before. That will help us to 
compile some very valuable statistics. 



OF AUGUST 24, 1912 

o/ St. Nicholas 
published monthly at New York, N. Y. • 
For October 1, 1919 

County of New York ) „ 
State of New York j 

Before nif. a Notary Public in and for the State and 
County aforesaid. personally appeared W. IViORGAN 
Shlster, who, having been duly sworn according to law 
deposes and says that he is the I'lesideni of Ihe Century 
Co., publisher of St. Nicholas, and that the following 
IS, to the best of his knowledge and belief, a true state- 
rnent of the ownership, nanagcnent (and if a daily pafcr 
the circulation), etc., of the aforesaid publication for the 
date shown in the above caption, required by the Act of 

!F"n enibodied in section 443, Postal Laws 

and Regulations, printed on the reverse of this form 
to wit; 

1. That the names and addresses of the publisher, editor, man- 
aging editor, and business managers are: 

Post-Off ice Address 
3.53 Fourth Avenue, 
New York, N. Y. 
Scarsdale, N. Y. 

Name of 
Publisher, The Century Co. 

Editor, William Fayal Clarke, 

Managing Editor, None 
Business Managers. None 

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owners, or, if a corporation, give its name and the names and 
addresses of stockholders owning or holding 1 per cent or more of the 
total amount of stock.) 

0-icners, The Century Co.,, 

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Stockholders: W. Morgan Shuster, 353 Fourth Avenue, 
New York. N. Y.; 'W illiam W . Ellsworth. New Hartford! 
Conn.; Geo. L. Wheelock, 353 Fourth Avenue, New York! 
N. Y.; Robert Underwood Johnson, 327 Lexington Avenue, 
New York, N. Y.: Donald f^cott, 9 East 9th Street New- 
York, N. Y.; C. C. Biiel, Eidgef:eld, Conn.; Edith True 
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Clarke, Scarsdale, N. Y.; Georpe' H. Hazen, 381 Fourth 
Avenue, New York, N. Y.; Gardner Hazen, 353 Fourth 
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William Street, New York, N. Y.; Fstate of Annie G. 
Smith, 92 William Street, New York, N, Y. 

That the known bondholders, mortgagees, and other security 
holders, owning or holding 1 per cent or more of total amount 
of bonds, mortgages, or other securities are; (If there are none, 
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the list of stockholders and security holders as tbty appear upon 
the books of the company but also, in cases where the stockholder 
or security holder appears upon the books of the company as 
trustee or in any other tidueiary ulation, the name of the person 
or corporation for whom such trustee is acting, is given; also that 
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knowledge and belief as to the circumstances and conditions under 
which stockholders and security holders who do not appear upon 
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poration has any interest direct or indirect in the said stock, bonds 
or other securities than as so stated by him. 

(Signed) W. Morgan Shuster, President, 

(Signature of Publisher) 

Sworn to and subscribed before me this 27th day o' 
September, 1919. Paul F. V\'olff, 

Seal.] Notary Public, No. 144, New York County. 

(My commission expires March 30. 1920.) 


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Poes one hundred dif- — 

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Patented July 2, 1918 


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■ ' in expression, and surpass- 
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The Highest Class Talking^ 
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In appearance the Sonora is of 
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produced by patented processes 
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These handsome design lines are 
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Prices $50 to $1000 

TODAY write for general catalog 7 or 
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liASIC PATENTS of the phonoyraph 


(Continued from page 55) 

^ Quite a few of our own stamps have either por- 
traits of real Indians or Indian figures introduced 
into the design. We could not spare the space to 
list all of them. Very many of the long list of news- 
paper-stamps in the catalogue have the figure of an 
Indian as the central design. The heads on the one- 
cent stamp which you own (Scott No. 300) are por- 
traits of real Indians. The central design is Cap- 
tain John Smith. The Indian medallion at the right 
is the famous chief Powhatan, and the one at the 
left is his still more famous daughter, Pocahontas. 
She it was who saved Smith's life, and afterward 
married John Rolfe. Get your history and read r.p 
all about these people. It is wonderfully interesting, 
and your stamp will mean more to you forever a''ter- 

^ There have been many stamps issued which have 
pictures of ships upon them. Even if we knew 
them all, we could not spare the space for a com- 
plete list. Nor could we in all instances give the 
name of the ship pictured. In many instances, as 
in the current issue of Bermuda, probably no special 
ship was in the mind of the designer, 


Black Kid Laced 
for Women 

Dull Calf Laced 

r'.ducator for 
Ml aes. Children 
and Infants 

Made for Men, Women, Children 

Which Shall It Be? 

SHALL your child grow up to 
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fallen arches — the tortures that fol- 
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shoes ? Or shall there be, instead, 
the joyful foot freedom that comes 
from wearing Educators — the shoes 
that let the feet grow as they should. 

Let the whole family wear them. 
There can be no stronger protection than 
the name Educator on the sole. It 
means that behind every part of the shoe 
stands a responsible manufacturer. 

This Book — "Bent Bones Make Fran- 
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Send for it. 

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mm mcE & butchins 


Baby Midget 


holds the socks securely and allows the little one 
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in contact with the baby's skin. Like the Vel- 
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is equipped with thefamousOblong Rubber But- 
ton, which prevents tearing and drop stitches. 

Silk, 15 cents; Lisle, 10 cents 


Different from all othefs-the 



Shfcts Larder and laither tlian 
any other. Made on a different 
principle from all other Air-Rifles. 

The Benjamin i& really a strong air- 
pump u.sed to compress the air in the 
air chamber to any degree of power 
desired, Frnm one to six strokes of 
the pump Kive all the force necessarj'. 
Each ad('itinnal stroke gives increased 
power. 'I'h'' Benjamin works on tiie 
same principle as all air-drills and 
air-Iiamniers — with this difTerenee: 
You control the shooting force ast yon 
datirp. T.oolf at this block of hard- 
wood. Jt shown hov Benjamin pmcer is 
repiilated an V'ui wifth. 
Youcan'thave accident^ with a Benjamin. 
It's eafe alwjiys, becau-^e yon control the 
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oiehaKe your aim. 

Write us for an Interesting folder 
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To Our Readers ; 

As a result of the conflict ex- 
isting in the ranks of the labor or- 
ganizations of the Printing industry of 
New York City The Century Magazine 
for November has been tied up on the 
press. Arrangements have been made, 
however for the printing of The Century 
for December and St. Nicholas for No- 
vember and December in Cincinnati, Ohio. 

There will be some delay in your 
receipt of these rn^gazincs, but they will 
be delivered to you exactly as they 
were originally planned. We beg 
your indulgence for the delay which has 

No issue of either magazine will 
be omitted. The Century for Novem- 
ber will be completed and mailed at the 
earliest possible moment. 

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A Young Folks' History 
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THE Battle of the Nations" is unique among books about the war. Writ- 
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31 illustrations from photographs. 5 maps. Price $2.00 

I He Makes Science as Fascinating as Fiction 

Inventions of the Great War 


Managing Editor of "The Scientific American," author of 
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' The mighty struggle was a war of inventions. Many of the most important have only just 
been disclosed to the public. Son'e of them will be of invaluable service to man in time of peace. 
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Nicholas" the best material along 
certain lines that has appeared and 
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sidered a sort of standard institution, as "St. Nicholas" is itself. And so 
the publishers are constantly adding to the series new volumes. All the 
books in the series are of the handy size called 12mo, all have about 200 
pages, are interestingly illustrated, and are sold at the remarkably low price 
of $1.00 each. 

Other Stories in the Series 

Elephant Stories 

The latest volume added to the series. 
All the stories and articles, by skilled 
writers, are written around this largest of 
land animals — the great kindly animal 
which is fast disappearing from the earth. 
The illustrations are especially attractive 

Courageous Girls 

Stories which are immensely entertaining 
as stories and which, in addition, present 
examples of courage, devotion and loyalty 
in girls. 

Every-Day Heroes 

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firemen, life savers and others who meet 
and conquer danger as part of their regu- 
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About Animals. 
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Cat Stories. 

Lion and Tiger Stories. 

Panther Stories. 

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Island Stories. 

Sea Stories. 

Southern Stories. 

Stories of the Great Lakes. 

Stories of Strange Sights. 

Western Frontier Stories. 

Civil War Stories. 

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Fairy Stories from St. Nicholas. 

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Our National Holidays. 

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J>: VENTURES of the 




HE end of this brave tale of 
ours is drawing very near, for 
this is almost Christmas Time 
the last of this good year. 
And now our IVORY heroes 
rest in pride at all the glory 
they've gathered tor them- 
selves and us as told you in their story. So 
Bob and Betty, also Gniff, and Pig and 
Billy Goat ask me to pass a message on 
which I exactly quote: — 


Dear Little Friends: 

A year has passed. To those who like to roam 
there comes a time when longings long for Mother 
and for home. 'Tis so with us, these longings are 
exceeding hard to smother; why, even Bill the 
bumptious Goat, is sighing for his mother. And 
Peter Pig no longer grunts, he merely sighs and sighs 
with memories sweet of homelike pens reflected in 
his eyes. 

And this is proof that heroes who seek glory far 
away imist have a cozy time at home on Merry 
Christmas Day. We've cleansed a lot of men and 
things; great glory has come to us, and so we think 
a holiday ir.cct certainly is due us. So by the time 
you read thcce lines, just think of us and see your 
IVORY heroes safe at home where heroes ought to 
be. And from our homes and firesides 'tis needless 
we should say we all will send fond greetings for 
your l\[erry Christmas Day. 

And all the days of your New Year so very bright 
shall be that you will say that time is washed in suds 
of IVORY. Your pleasant dreams will all come true, 
and gladness will be purer when hands and faces 
IVORY washed make all our goodness surer. 

So, little readers an revoir, (good-bye is always 
pain,) as you may guess, you'll soon hear more of all 
of us again. Our NEW adventures surely will be 
great in thought and hope, therefore we add and 
will remain. 

Yours, using IVORY SOAP, 

So may the days all com£ and go 

In happiness as we 
Hold to the truth that joy and youth 

Come wrapped with IVORY. 


IT FLOATS L!=3=J 99^/0 PURE 

Reprirted by Permiaaion of JOHN MARTIN'S BOOK, THE CHILD'S MAGAZINE 



)OBBIE'S big sister suggested a League o' Nations party for his 
birthday, mamma and the younger folks concurred, and America 
is very strongly represented. 
First of all, as you see, the pressing problem of the day, food for 
the Nations, engages the earnest attention of the different countries present. 


plainly enough, has a unanimous vote of approval. 

If diplomats could only agree as amicably on all questions as the young folks do 
about Jell-0, nations would never even quarrel. 

And at that, Jell-O is as popular with "grown-ups" as it is with the children, there 
being a dozen reasons why it should be. 

The 1920 Jell-O Book will be ready about February 1st. 

Jell-O is made in six pure fruit flavors: Strawberry, Raspberry, Lemon, Orange, 
Cherry, Chocolate. 

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An inch twice 
a day keeps the 
teeth from decay'* 

Colgate's Improved Proverb 

A HABIT, well taught, is held to by a 
child all its life — and taught in turn 
to its children, and by them to their cliild- 
ren, to l 5ntinue for generations. 

Teach your children the twice-a-day care 
of the teeth with Colgate's Ribbon 
Dental Cream — especially the brushing 
just before going to bed. Teach them 
that, along with the other good habits of 
punctuality, obedience and truthfulness. 
Personal cleanliness is fully as important 
— and cleanliness of the mouth is a vital 
part of personal cleanliness. 

, isb F 

You cap safely give them Colgate's — just 
as you can safely use it yourself. It cleans 
the teeth thoroughly, removing deposits 
and polishing the enamel to natural white- 
ness. But its thoroughness is safe, there 
are no risky drugs or harsh grit in Col- 
gate's. And the flavor is delicious — an 
added help in establishing the habit. 

Colgate's is sold everywhere — or a trial 
tube sent for 2c. For20cextrainstamps we 
will send a set of 12 Mother Goose Book- 
lets with colored covers by Jessie Willcox 
jmith, the famous artist of child-life. 

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ffere''3 a wholly new idea — peach baskets, so good and so attractive- 
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Make a salad of 1 cupful chopped apple, 1 cupful chopped celery, 
^ cupful chopped nut meats and miz with mayonnaise dressing. 
Drain Libby^s Peaches. Arrange, cut side up, on a bed of celery 
tops, heap centers with salad and top with mayonnaise dressing 
mixed with a little whipped cream. Cut thin strips from a stalk of 
celery, bend and insert both ends in peach so as to form handle. 

And for a deliTht/al pudding sauce, cook the peach juice with a 
level teaspoonful of cornstarch until thickened.' 

A Happy New Year Recipe 

HERE'S a new Libby recipe that every woman 
will be happy to make and every family happy 
to eat! 

Quite the simplest recipe, too. Scarcely any work 
at all and requiring only easily obtained and inexpen- 
sive materials. That's the real efficiency of the 
Libby foods. They are so good in themselves that 
they better everything with which they are combined. 

Take Libby's Peaches, for instance. Great plump 
peaches, California's finest, put up in a honey-like 
syrup! Texture, flavor, fragrance — they can't be 
improved upon. Honestly, is there anything finer to 
eat in all the land.'' 

Start the New Year right — with the resolution to 
let the Libby foods help you set a better table with 
less labor and less money! 

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Amateur Night in Skinnay's Barn 


SOME of you boys don't know which you would rather do 
— run a three-ring circus or be the fellow who is the hero 
in one of those Paramount Artcraft Pictures. 

If you are a fan — and who isn't so long as he's got two or 
three nickels and a pair of good eyes? — you know how to pick 
the pictures that are worth seeing. 

You know that if it says Paramount Artcraft under the title 
of any picture when it is advertised then you'll get your money's 
worth of entertainment. 

You know, but some fellows don't. 

Any time you see a Paramount Artcreif t Picture advertised tell 
your pals, and tell the family and all go! Then they will all appre- 
ciate why folks who Ifnoto check up the breind before they go! 

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Latest Paramount Artcraft 

Released to January 1st 
Billie Burke in "Wanted a Husband" 
Irene Caslle in "The Invisible Bond" 
Marguerite Clark in 

"A Girl Named Mart" 
"The Cinema Murder" 

A Cosmopolitan Production 
Elhel Clayton in 

"More Deadly Than the Male" 
Cecil B. DeMille Production 

"Male and Female" 
" Everywoman " With All Star Cast 
Elsie Ferguson in "Counterfeit" 
Dorothy Gish i« "Turning the Tables" 
D.W.Griffith Production "Scarlet Days" 
Wm. S. Harl in "Sand" 
Houdini in "The Grim Game" 

Vivian Martin in "His Official Fiancee' 
Wallace Reid in 

"Hawthorne of the U.S A." 
Maurice Tourneur's Production "Victory" 
George Loane Tucker's Production 

"The Miracle Man" 
Robert Warwick in 

"An Adventure in Hearts" 
Bryant Washburn in 

"It Pays to Advertise" 
" The Teeth of the Tiger ' 

With David PoweU 
Enid Bennett in 

"What Every Woman Learns" 
Dorothy Dalton in "His Wife's Friend" 
Ince Supervised Special 

"Behind the Door" 
Douglas Maclean and Doris May in 

"23J Hours Leave" 
Charles Ray in " Red Hot Dollars " 

Paraniount'Arbuckie Comedies 

one every other month 
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two each month 
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Frontispiece: "Where Queens Sat Broidering" Drawn by Maurice L. Bower Page 
The Adventure of the Ship of Glass. (The Wondering Boy Series.) 

Ballad. Illustrated by Maurice L. Bower Clara Piatt Meadowcroft 195 

The Last Egg of the Great Auk. Story, illustrated by George Varian . . Bernard Sextoa 198 

The Treasure-Chest of the Medranos. Serial story, illustrated by 

W. M. Berger Elizabeth Howard Atkins 206 

The Christmas Dream. Verse Mary M. Flatley 214 

The Elf and the Giant. Verse. illustrated by Reginald B. Birch Elizabeth Havens Burrowes . . .215 

The Christmas-Tree. Verse Harriet Prescott Spo&ord 215 

Snow Stories, illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull Samuel Scoville, Jr 216 

A Troublesome Fellow. Verse Benjamin F. Leggett 223 

Philippa's Memory Gown. Story. Illustrated by R. B. Birch Katherine Dunlap Gather 224 

The Seasons. Verse. Illustrated by Hal Burrowes Alice C. Rose 229 

At the Fourth Level. Story. Illustrated by E. F. Bayha Theodore Holland 230 

The Last Word. Verse. Illustrated by Bertha Corbett Melcher Elizabeth Gordon 235 

The Crimson Patch. Serial Story. Illustrated by C. M. Relyea Augusta Huiell Seaman 236 

A Snow Baby. Picture. Drawn by Mabel Betsy Hill 243 

The Silent Messengers. Sketch, illustrations from photographs Gorporal William F. Avery. . . .244 

Two Florentine Friends. Sketch, illustrations from photographs S. M. Gollmann 249 

Boy Scouts in the North; Or, The Blue Pearl. Serial Story Samuel Scovilie, Jr 254 

The Future Democracy of America as Our Young Folk See It. 

Pageant. Illustrated by Albertine Randall Wheelan \ Margaret Knox ) 260 

( Anna M. Lutkenhaus ) 

For Boys Who Do Things: 

Packing-Box Village — IV A. Russell Bond 265 

A Merry-Go-Round for the Skating-Rink Gordon Van Der Veer 268 

To Make a Skate-Sail Ladd Piumiey 269 

with diagrams. 

The Spoken Word. Essay E. Tryon Miller 270 

The Watch Tower, illustrations from photographs Edward N. Teall 271 

For Very Little Folk: 

The Snow Man. — The Cozy Kettle. Verses. Illustrations by 

Decie Merwin Mattie Lee Hausgen 276 

The Pussy Cat. — The Portrait. Verses, illustrated by the 

author Edith Ballinger Price 277 

St. Nicholas League. With Awards of Prizes for Stories, Poems, 

Drawings, Photographs, and Puzzles. Illustrated 278 

The Letter-Box 286 

The Riddle-Box 287 

St. Nicholas Stamp Page. Conducted by Samuel R. Simmons. . . .Advertising page 24 

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A MellinsTrod Girl 

c9^>r yoiiT cBuby, use t.Ke 

Mellin's Food Method 
of Milk Modification 



The February St. Nicholas 

will contain several special articles 
of timely and exceptional interest. 

His Tribute 


A unique contribution recounting a memorable and pathetic incident in the life of Edwin 
Booth, when he went alone in the early morning to view for the first time the St. Gaudens 
statue of Abraham Lincoln, shortly after its unveiling in Lincoln Park, Chicago. And to 
the famous actor's tribute to the great President is appended a word of homage to himself, in 
connection with the unveiling, not long ago, of the beautiful statue of Edwin Booth in Gram- 
ercy Park, New York. 


Lincoln with the Young Folk 

An article in which an Illinois writer has compiled from varied but authentic sources, a series 
of anecdotes Of Lincoln's kindliness and quaint humor in his relations with the boys and girls 
who were drawn to him by his gentleness of heart and unfailing sympathy with those in dis- 
tress or needing help. These true stories will vividly renew our memories of the martyr 
President whose life and character are now held in affectionate reverence by all the world. 

Ten Years of the Boy Scouts 

The Boy Scouts of America will celebrate their tenth anniversary in February and St. Nicholas 
will print an article written especially for the magazine by an official representative of Boy 
Scout Headquarters, commemorating the marvellous growth and achievements of the organ- 
ization — with a "look forward," also, into its prospects for the next ten years. The article 
will be profusely illustrated with photographs showing the wide and picturesque range and 
the numerous benefits of Scout activities. 

Where Children Love Music 


"Music is a luxury, but we can get it for ten cents here," answered one little girl on being asked 
what she thought music was. The Music School Settlement is 25 years old this year, and 
very proud of its age. It began with two rooms, now it has three houses, a concert hall, 
and a thousand pupils. On Tuesday and Wednesday at 4 o'clock the children's orchestra 
plays every week during the winter months. An article in the February St. Nicholas will 
picture this orchestra, both in text and photograph, and will convey a brief history of the 
Music School Settlement and all that it means to the young folk — and the grown-ups, too — 
of New York's overcrowded East Side. 

For Boys Who Do Things THE new department 

Already established as a popular feature with the boy-readers of the magazine, this depart- 
ment will contain in February several new items setting forth new ideas, contraptions, or 
ways of doing things, invented or originated by youngsters themselves. Join the rest of the boys, 
and send in your pet ideas to the Do-Things Editor. 


^If s hard on the gobbler'^ 

IT'S hard on the boys' clothes too. worst of it. It seemed to us that the 

They always intend to "be care- clothes were partly to blame; so we 

ful;" but being a boy and being care- began making boys' clothes that 

ful just naturally don't go together; would stand rough treatment; boys' 

that's why the clothes usually get the clothes as good as fathers'. 

All-wool fabrics, selected for boys' wear;' perfectly tailored; smartly 
styled. They cost more than ordinary clothes; they're real economy. 


Hart SchafFner & Marx 

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Have You Read 
The January Century? 

"My Dad says THE CENTURY is the world's best magazine." v 
"So does mine. 

" Did you read the story in December about the British cruiser that caught 
the Deutschland with a fishing line ? " 

"Did you read the story about *The Enemy of Santa Claus'?" 

"Sure! — and in January there is something new by the man who tramped 
all over the world. I wish / was him! " 

"Harry Fr anck ? " 

" Yes. He's going to the West Indies, and he'll take pictures and write about 
the people and the isleinds and everything. He started in the January number." 

" I know something! In Februeiry |THE CENTURY is going to tell a lot of 
secrets that haven't been told before about General Pershing's chase into Mexico 
after Villa." 

" I guess we won't read that — oh, no!" 

"My Dad says if a man doesn't read anything else, he just has to read 

The Century." 

" My Dad has been reading THE CENTURY for about fifty years and he says 
it has never been more wonderful than it is right now." 

"Say, our teacher wants us to read 'How Persia Died' in the January 

" Come on, let's go do it right now." 

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Everybody Likes a Good Tale 


FROM time to time the publishers se- 
lect from the pages of "St. Nicholas" 
the best material along certain lines 
that has appeared and include it, with il- 
lustrations, in a book. These St. Nicholas 
Stories have proved to be immensely popular all over the country; they are now 
considered a sort of standard institution, as "St. Nicholas" is itself. And so 
the publishers are constantly adding to the series new volumes. All the books 
in the series are of the handy size called 12mo, all have about 200 pages, are 
interestingly illustrated, and are sold at the remarkably low price of $1.00 each. 

Elephant Stories 

The latest volume added to the series. All 
the stories and articles, by skilled writers, are 
written around this largest of land animals — 
the great kindly animal which is fast disap- 
pearing from the earth The illustrations are 
especially attractive. 

Courageous Girls 

Stories which are immensely entertaining 
as stories and which, in addition, present 
examples of courage, devotion and loyalty in 

Every-Day Heroes 

The central figures of these stories are firemen, 
life savers and others who meet and conquer 
danger as part of their regular daily work 

Other Stories in the Series 

About Animals. 
Bear Stories. 
Cat Stories. 
Lion and Tiger Stories. 
Panther Stories. 
Stories of Brave Dogs. 

Island Stories. 
Sea Stories. 
Southern Stories. 
Stories of the Great Lakes. 
Stories of Strange Sights. 
Western Frontier Stories. 

Civil War Stories. 
Colonial Stories. 
Fairy Stories from St. Nicholas, 
Indian Stories. 
Our National Holidays 
Revolutionary Stories. 
Stories of Chivalry. 
Stories of Classic Myths. 
Stories of Greece and Rome. 
Stories of Royal Children. 
Stories of the Ancient World. 
Stories of the Middle Ages. 

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Four of this seasons best stories for girls 
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A romantic story of service and patriotism in 
war-torn France, where Jeannette, a brave young 
French girl, faces dangers and death to aid her be- 
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the philosophical courage of the indomitable French 
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Author of " Cinderella's Grand- 
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Author of " The Lass of the Silver Sword," etc. 

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Rosalie is the heroine. Her father has been 
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When the Little Folks Eat 

CRADLE days, high chair days, on through the years to old age — the cup, 
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"Where queens sat broidering {See page igj) 

While a page read out of a time-worn book." 




JANUARY, 1920 

Copyright, IQ20, by The Century Co. All rights reserved. 

No. 3 




"Merthyn, bard of Entry s, .... went to sea in a house of glass, 
and the place where he went is unknown." — Ancient Triads of Britain. 

There were ships of silver and ships of gold from the tall white cliffs set sail ; 
The moon laid a path of pearl by night, the sun blazed a burning trail; 
The seaweed tangled about their prows, and sea-flowers bloomed in their track ; 
To the East, to the West they sailed, but oh! for the ships that never came back! 

And oh, for the Home Folk! Day by day they watched for a sail to gleam; 
All night they lay in a weary sleep to watch and to wait in dream. 
At the farthest edge of the wet seashore stood the Boy at the close of day ; 
The tide was out and the hollowed sands all purple and silver lay. 

Far out he gazed with an anxious eye over miles of flowering foam; 
"Oh where, oh where do the lost ships go, and why do they never come home?" 
Nothing he saw but the white sea-rim, yet a voice said clear and low: 
"Will you come away, little Wondering Boy, to find where the lost ships go?" 



There, dimly gleaming, a ship of glass lay riding the glassy sea. 

A knight stood up on the crystal prow — Merthyn of Emrys, he. 

His brow was wreathed with the red seaweed; his coat with shells was hung 

His voice was the sound of faery bells in clear deep water rung. 


Out under the fading sky they sailed in the wake of the pearly moon; 
They followed her pathway night by night; they followed the sun at noon. 
The sky was fair and the sea was fair, yet — presto! Suddenly 
There came a strange and a dreadful sound of thunder beneath the sea! 

The knight spoke soft to the startled Boy, as he stopped in his childish sport 
"Now fear thou not, little one, little one; we have only reached our port." 
The sea rose up and the ship sank low, and the sky seemed far away; 
And then — in a harbor of quiet sails, on a quiet sea they lay. 




There were ships of silver and ships of gold from all ports of Christendom; 
"For this is the Isle of Avalon, the port where the lost ships come." 
The isle was peopled with Happy Folk, in the fields and the groves at play; 
"But where, oh where are the poor Lost Folk?" Said Merthyn, "These are they." 

The glass boat drifted along the sands, and they lightly sprang to the shore. 

The Wondering Boy was happier than he ever had been before. 

A clamor of joyous barkmg rose, and a faery dog, silk-white, 

Came bounding over to welcome him — his lost little playmate. Sprite. 

Then Merthyn led him by winding paths through the gardens, summer-fair; 
Past little laughing and leaping groups that ringed round the roses fhere; 
Past bowers of leafy fragrances where queens sat broidering. 
While a page read out of a tfme-worn book in rhythmic murmuring. 

They stood by a cave in a fair green hill. Dimly, as through a veil. 
They saw the forms of the great High King and his knights in their shining mail. 
"They wait till the day of England's need; each one shall hear the call; 
And some have answered, and some not yet, and the High King last of all." 

" 'T is a lovely land — I am fain to stay; yet at home my mother dwells. 
Sir Knight, may I take my little dog?" 

Like the sound of silver bells 

The knight made answer sorrowful: 

"You could not keep him there; 
For one who has dwelt in Avalon is happy no otherwhere." 

The ship of glass spread a misty sail 

And followed the moon's pale track. 
Bearing the little Wondering Boy 

To the white cliffs safely back. 
And still from those shores the silver ships 

And the ships of gold sail on. 
To the East, to the West, and some, at last. 

To the Isle of Avalon. 

Leger St. John, veteran explorer and traveler 
in the far North, drew his two younger comrades 
aside into a doorway of the church in Battle Har- 
bor. His eyes sparkled with characteristic en- 
thusiasm. "Listen to me, fellows. I 've just 
hit on a juicy bit of news. Want to share it?" 

"Do we?" responded the older of the two boys 
he addressed. "You bet we want your news. 
We 're as hungry for news as an Eskimo is for 
blubber. Fork it over!" 

The other lad grinned delightedly, as if he 
exactly shared the sentiment of his "pal." 

"Listen, then. You know how long we 've 
been waiting for Oleson's ship that was to take us 
to Greenland on the year's exploring trip. Well, 
I 've just received a message that the old man has 
canceled the trip for the year because of inability 
to raise the funds he needs. It was half an hour 
ago when I got the letter and I was mighty down- 
hearted, when who should I run into but an old 
friend of mine, Cap'n Slocum you know, the old 
grizzled sailor-chap." 

"You mean the old fellow with a very red 
face?" said the older of the boys. 

"The same," answered St. John. "When he 
spotted me he sings out, 'Well! Look what the 
dogs drug in!' and gave my right hand a grip that 
made me realize what a soft thing I was after 
all. And when he asked me what I was doing, I 
told him that I was a has-been and that my hopes 
for a scientific survey of the birds of Greenland 
had gone to smash. The old rascal winked at 
me then and said slyly, 'I can put ye next to a 
leetle bit of knowledge that '11 warm that cold 
scientific heart of yours!' I asked him what it 
was, and he said, 'Have ye e'er heerd of a bird 
called the great hauk?' 

" 'Have I heard of the great auk!' said L 'The 
great auk! Have n't you ever heard of my essay, 
"The Final Distribution of the Great Auk?"' 

"'I have not,' said the old man, unblushingly ; 
'but by some remarks ye let drop when last I 
saw ye, I inferred that ye were slightly interested 
in the subject.' 

"I told him that 'slightly' was a feeble word to 
use concerning my interest in the great auk. 

" 'Well,' said he, winking at space, 'what would 
you say if I offered to take ye to where there is a 
living great hauk?' 

"'There 's no such thing, worse luck!' said I; 
'the last great auk was seen in 1844. Then the 
race became extinct. ' 

" 'Don't ye know, me b'y,' said the old man, 
'that there 's many a bird and beastie reported 
gone irom the world when, as a fact, it 's not gone 
from the world, but seeking refuge from the sav- 
agery of man. I 've seed the great hauk, so I 
know it 's not out of fashion yet. And what 's 
more, me lad, if ye '11 jine me in a little trip I '11 
take ye to the spot where I saw it.' 

" 'Where was that?' I asked. 

" ' 'T was on a wild, remote little shore down 
north — one of the group of islands around 
American Tickle. I sees a pair of the hauks on 
the beach near a little cave. I can take ye there 
on the chance of seein' 'em again, or perhaps find- 
ing their eggs.' " 

"Well, what did you say?" asked the older boy, 

"I said I 'd go, and I asked if you fellows could 
go too; and the old man said he 'd be glad of your 
help in manning the schooner." 

"Good for you!" cried the older boy, excitedly, 
wringing the hand of St. John. "Is n't that fine, 
Jack?" he cried. 

The other fellow grinned, "Sure it 's fine, 
Whitey," said he. 

"We sail to-morrow morning with the turn of 
the tide," went on St. John. "So long, then, till 
supper-time to-night. Amuse yourselves as best 
you can." 

"All right. Trust us for that!" called Whitey, 
as the explorer strode off; "hey. Jack, old boy?" 
And Jack grinned his assent. 

From the deck of the snug little schooner they 
watched the coast of Labrador slipping by. As 
the sun went down, Cape Spear loomed up ahead. 




The weather roughened a bit during the night, 
but the crew handled the boat with that skill 
which is the inheritance of the Labrador fisher- 
man. The breeze held, and they were past 
Boulter's Rock and Venison Tickle by breakfast- 
time. Jack would hardly look at the shore, he 
was so fascinated with the stately icebergs which 
they saw all day. Some loomed up out of the 
water on thin stems — these the captain called 
"mushrooms" ; others had perfect natural bridges; 
a few soared up "like the Wool worth tower," 
Whitey said. 

In the middle of the afternoon a heavy sea was 
running. The water heaved up curling green 
mountains; and into the liquid valleys between 
them, the schooner ran like a swift, live thing. 
"I guess I '11 put into Snug Harbor for the night," 
remarked the captain to St. John, who stood by 
him at the wheel. 

They covered the half of Frenchman's Run in 
a wild smother of foam. Tall green seas fell 
thundering on the deck. Jack and Whitey, in 
oilskins, held on to anything within reach, and 
watched with deep interest, for they had not 
known such seas before. Once in a while they 
^ould see the black, wicked-looking coast, with 
its succession ot naked cliffs, conveying to the 
mind the quality that has made the name Labra- 
dor stand for all that is grim and forbidding. 

How smooth and quiet were the waters of Snug 
Harbor after the storm and scurry outside! Sun- 
set emerged in splendor out of the end of the wild 
day, and as they sat at supper in the little cabin, 
with late sunlight streaming in through the port- 
holes, Whitey stretched himself luxuriously. 

"Say, Labrador 's a dandy place!" he ex- 
claimed; a sentiment in which Jack fully agreed. 

It was long after sunrise when the boys woke — • 
and yet by Whitey's time-piece it was only five 
o'clock. After breakfast they went up on deck. 
There, half hidden, each behind a huge boulder, 
they saw the half-dozen houses of the settlement. 
The harbor was almost perfectly round, a snug, 
tight little bowl of sea-water hidden in that for- 
bidding coast. On the low cliffs near the village 
they could see innumerable huskies, each dog 
with his nose up in the air, dolefully howling. As 
the schooner worked out of the harbor, that was 
the last sight they saw, the last sound they heard. 

Whitey and Jack leaned over the rail together. 
They had discovered that the work they were 
supposed to do lay entirely in the imagination of 
the jovial captain. "Have a good time, b'ys," 
he would say; "ye '11 have lots to look at. I '11 
tell ye when I needs ye." The wind had fallen, 
and they were only spinning off four or five knots 
an hour. "Gee! Look at that sea!" said Whitey, 
pointing. "Did you ever see anything like that?" 

"No I did n't, ever," answered Jack. 

Although the wind had gone down, the seas 
were still heaving skyward in huge, green, sloping 
hills. Far as the eye could reach, extended the 
wide and moving waste. Now and then a wave 
higher than the others slapped the side of the 
little craft and came aboard, burying the deck in 
a foot of water. The boys stood there, gripped 
by the feeling that has sent millions of boys to 
sea since that time long ago when the first hol- 
lowed log hoisted sail and launched out on green, 
tossing waters. 

St. John was standing behind them. "It gets 
you, does n't it?" he said. "I never come up 
along this coast that I don't get hit with the tre- 
mendous fascination of this icy, savage sea. 
Everything up here is reduced to the simplest 
lines. Life and nature are stripped of ornament. 
Men are primitive as they can be without becom- 
ing savage." 

"Yes, there 's something in it I can't explain," 
said Whitey. "I 've often wondered why these 
people stay here when there 's rich land and an 
easy living to be made in lots of places farther 
south. But I s'pose it gets them the way it gets 

About noon they made a group of islands a 
little way out from the coast. The captain 
pointed. "It 's on one of these that I saw the 
auks. We '11 have to go through American Tickle, 
as it 's called, and anchor inside." 

"Why do they call 'em tickles?" asked Jack. 

"It 's the Labrador man's name for a narrow 
run between two islands," answered St. John; "in 
other words, a place so narrow that you tickle the 
sides of your craft going through." 

All hands, except the steersman, now turned 
to and ate a hasty lunch. The captain took the 
wheel himself, for the operation of getting into 
the tickle was one that required the most skilled 
seamanship. The matter was complicated by 
three vicious-looking black needles of rock that 
stuck up out of the water just outside the inlet of 
the tickle. 

At just the right distance from the entrance, 
the captain called out the order that let fall the 
sails. Everybody's labor was welcome in this 
emergency, and the boys had a real pride in help- 
ing handle the boat. Slowly then they drifted 
toward the black needles. With slight move- 
ments of the rudder the captain made allowance 
for tide and even for the pressure of the wind 
against the sides of his ship. They passed the 
nearest of the needles only six inches away, and 
a second later the high, precipitous black rocks 
on both sides of the tickle loomed up. Whitey 
was leaning over the rail on the port side, and 
Jack hung over the starboard. 




"This rock is scraping my nose!" called Whitey. 
"How is it on your side, Jack?" 

"I 've had to lean backward," called Jack. 
"If I had n't, it 'd have taken my face clean off." 

Shut off from the sunlight by the high walls of 
this watery canon, they felt the sudden increase 
of cold. Ghostly, silent, the schooner glided 
through the narrow way. The tickle made a 
sharp turn, and the captain looked anxious as he 
came to it. Slowly the vessel made the move- 
ment, obeying the rudder with exquisite exact- 
ness; but even so, the bowsprit slightly scraped 
the black rock as she swung about. A few yards 
farther on, and the tickle began to widen. Every- 
body breathed easy once more. 

They dropped anchor in a narrow harbor com- 
pletely shut in by high black walls. Both ends 
of the harbor were open to the sea, but in each 
case it was only through a narrow tickle that the 
waters came and went. The unceasing roar of 
the ocean could be heard from outside, but in the 
tickle there was an intense, calm loneliness that 
was all the more impressive for the furor of the 
encircling seas. "Not much chance of seeing the 
birds, I 'm afraid," said St. John, as he got into 
the skiff with the two boys and the captain, "but 
we '11 have a hunt for possible eggs. They '11 
be more likely to be laid in a hidden ledge of the 
rock than anywhere else." 

They found a tiny beach half-way up toward 
the north exit of the harbor, and there they 
beached the boat. The two boys agreed that they 
would keep together, while St. John and the cap- 
tain searched in another direction. 

"Say! This island is full of cracks in the 
rocks!" called Jack, who was first up the slippery 
side of the cliffs that surrounded the beach. 

"Yes, we 'II have to look out not to fall down 
one," answered Whitey. "Gee, this is a myste- 
rious-looking island! Why, it 's full of caves. 
Here, look at this, will you?" 

He had turned a little to the left on an irregular 
ledge that he had found half-way up the face of 
the rock, and, entering a dark opening, had found 
himself in a sizable cave. It had a hole in the 
roof, very small, through which the blue sky was 
visible. "Say, this is a peach of a cave!" cried 
Whitey. "Why, there 's a chimney to take 
away the smoke and everything!" 

"So it is," answered Jack. "Say!" he cried, 
excited by a big idea, "do you suppose Mr. St. 
John would let us camp in this cave to-night?" 

"We can ask him. Guess he will. I sure would 
like to do it," said Whitey, enthusiastically. 

They went out of the cave and explored 
further. They were astonished at the complexity 
of the island. It was filled with miniature moun- 
tains, having stony valleys between. There 

were many high cliffs, almost unscalable except 
with the help of ropes, and dozens of caves. 

"It will certainly take us some time to explore 
this island," grunted Whitey. "You 'd never 
think it was anything like this just from seeing it 
on the outside, would you. Jack?" 

"No, you would n't," answered Jack. "And I 
tell you, it 's very dangerous, too. You have to 
be careful, walking over these slippery rocks." 

"That 's so," agreed Whitey. "If one of us fell 
into one of these cracks, there 's not enough rope 
on the schooner to get us out." 

They found the further exploration of the island 
no easy task. It was a mass of caves and laby- 
rinths, accessible only by crawling and climbing. 
The boys had never been on such an island before, 
and they became completely absorbed in the 
search. It was not till the ship's bell gave the 
signal for supper that they remembered time, 
and even then it took them half an hour to get 
back to the beach where St. John and the captain 
were waiting. 

Whitey immediately broached the subject of 
camping out on the island. "Certainly!" ex- 
claimed St. John, "r d go with you myself, only 
I have to develop some negatives." »• 

After supper the sun still shone into the little 
harbor, and the boys packed their duffle in the 
tiny skiff. As they pulled ashore, the captain 
called : 

"Don't eat the egg, b'ys, if you finds it!" 

They landed on the tiny beach, which was still 
in sunlight, being on the eastern island. On the 
previous visit they had been much excited by the 
discovery of the wreckage of a rowboat scattered 
on another little beach by the northern end of 
the island. Immediately on going ashore they 
walked and crawled to the northern beach and by 
making several trips, gathered enough of the 
broken boat to keep their fire going. 

When it was ready to light and the sleeping- 
bags in place, they found that two hours had gone 
by. The sun had not yet gone down. 

"Let 's go up to the ridge and have a look 
around before turning in," suggested Whitey. 

They climbed to the central ridge of the island 
and looked out to sea. There were white and 
green icebergs floating majestically in the offshore 
waters, and one which they had not noticed be- 
fore had slowly drifted down until it was now 
only a hundred yards from the island. 

"Golly!" exclaimed Jack, "if she touches, let 's 
get on and explore! I 've never been on an ice- 

"I 'm game for that!" cried Whitey, with en- 
thusiasm; "she '11 be in by to-morrow, maybe." 

They clambered down to the cave again and 
lit the fire. The oak made a warm, steady blaze 




and gave plenty of light. Whitey started to 
explore their cave. It was roughly semicircular, 
about fifteen feet in diameter— not too large to 
be kept warm, nor too small to move about in. 

called. He switched on his glow-light and 
showed Whitey the other side. 

Whitey applied his more bulky form to the 
crack and tried to wriggle through. At the end 

'LOOK, whitey!' cried jack, pointing. 'what's that?' " (SEE PAGE 203) 

"Say, Jack! here 's another opening," called 
Whitey. "Come and look." 

He had found, in a fold of the wall, a narrow 
crack which seemed to lead somewhere. 

"That 's great!" cried Jack. "Could n't we 
squeeze in and explore it?" 

"You try it," suggested Whitey; "you 're 

Jack squeezed through the opening without 
any trouble. "Come on through, it 's easy!" he 

of five minutes he had got himself wedged in the 
crack so that he could n't move one way or the 

"Gee!" he cried, "I guess we 're done for! I 'm 
stuck here, and that makes you a prisoner. 
Looks as if we got to stay here all night." 

"Yes," answered Jack, "and if a polar bear or 
something comes sniffin' around, he '11 get you, 

This thought seemed to give Whitey new 




strength. He made himself as small as possible, 
wriggled furiously, and, after a couple of minutes, 
he struggled through. 

"Now," he gasped, "how '11 I ever get back? 
That 's what I want to know!" 

"That 's easy," answered Jack. "Just stay here 
a couple of days till you get thin." 

The prospect thus held forth did not seem 
alluring to Whitey. "I '11 bet there 's another 
way out,' n' I 'm goin' to find it. What do you 
say, Jack?" 

"I think you 're right," replied Jack. "It 's 
kind of dark in here, but I 'm game to explore. 
Say, you don't suppose it 's something's den, do 

"Course not!" scoffed Whitey. "No animals, 
except small ones like foxes, have dens down 
this coast. I mean, in summer. And I would n't 
mind catching a silver fox worth about a thousand 
dollars, would you. Jack?" 

"I guess not! Come on, then. Let 's go on. 
It 's getting a little darker outside. The sun 'II 
be down soon." Jack, the leader now by virtue 
of his smaller size, led the way along a tortuous 
passageway. Never had they known a place 
that offered so many twistings and turnings. 
They came to a larger cave, where the passage- 
way they were on was crossed by three other 
corridors, and, after some hesitation, they took 
the one that they thought led toward the surface 
of the island. But after they had gone fifty 
yards, it plunged down again and they knew they 
must be going deeper than before. They turned 
back, but, to their dismay, could not find the 
three corridors from which they had started five 
minutes before. 

"We must have gone down another crack with- 
out noticing," said Whitey. 

The boys were by this time a little scared. 
They were buried in the heart of the island, 
completely lost. Whichever path they took, it 
seemed to lead nowhere. Fortunately, Whitey 
had on his wrist a little scout-compass, and as he 
knew that the island was less than a quarter of a 
mile wide from east to west, there was a chance 
that one of the passageways might lead them to 
an opening on the ocean side if they could only 
keep working toward the east. 

Following this principle, they began to plan out 
a scheme of direction. Every crack that led 
toward the east, they took. Many times they 
found the cracks ended in a blank wall of rock, 
or else they narrowed down to nothing. The 
work was frightfully exhausting, and down there 
in the depths of the rocks the great cold and the 
dampness began to affect them. They had an 
awful feeling of being buried alive in their gloomy 
prison, yet with help within easy reach. 

Jack was the first to give in. "Say, Whitey," 
he called faintly, "I 'm feeling kind o' weak and 
queer inside. Let 's just stop a minute, will you?" 

"Sure, Jack!" answered Whitey. "You 're a 
little tired, that 's all. Say!" he exclaimed, 
looking at his watch, "d' you know what time it 
is? Twelve o'clock! We 've been down here 
three hours!" 

Jack said nothing. He was staring at the 
glow-light, and there was a queer look on his face. 
"What is it. Jack?" asked Whitey; "what are you 
staring at the light for?" 

Jack turned to his friend a horror-stricken face. 
"It 's going out, that 's what!" he cried hoarsely. 

Whitey looked at the yellowing light. "Why, 
I brought mine!" he said, feeling in his pockets, 
one after the other. "No, I 'm wrong!" he cried. 
"Now I remember I left it on top of my bed in 
the cave. Jack, we 've got to save up the light. 
Every second counts. Shut it off while you 're 

Jack shut off the light, and the boys leaned 
against the wall. The silence and coldness of 
the labyrinth closed around them. In the dark- 
ness, Whitey realized how tired he was. For 
three hours they had been going without a pause. 
Utter weariness fell on him. For the time being 
his spirit sank to zero, and he saw only the worst. 
Starving and frozen, they would meet a horrible 
doom in the cold and gloom of the labyrinth. 
They were in a great stone tomb. Even if the 
captain and St. John could squeeze through the 
crack, and he knew they could n't, the chances 
were a hundred to one against a meeting. 

Presently, Jack turned on the light and sighed 
wearily. "I 'm ready," he said. 

The battery having been given a little rest, the 
light was not as yellow as before. Jack added 
the precaution of switching it off when they 
found themselves on a fairly straight stretch. 
After going on for about a hundred yards, they 
felt their way around a corner. Jack switched 
on the light. There, ahead, was another clear 
run, so he turned it off again. 

They rested, leaning against the damp walls. 
"Do you see anything?" asked Jack, suddenly. 

"No. Why?" 

"Look again! Look straight ahead. I seem 
to see a queer sort of something. Maybe it 's 
just imagination." 

Whitey stared ahead, and it seemed to him 
that it was a little different. The darkness 
seemed to be pervaded with a weird, greenish 
glow. "Don't switch on the light, Jack," he 
whispered. "Let 's move along and see what it 

Even as he spoke, a childish terror clutched his 
heart and he half wished he had not spoken. 




What could it be that was the cause of the 
mysterious and terrifying phosphorescence? 

Silent as Indians, they stole along. The green 
effect turned to grey — and then it burst upon 
them that the thing they saw was not some 
dreadful and deadly vapor or an equally awe- 
compelling apparition, but — light! 

They both yelled and hurled themselves for- 
ward regardless of bruises and collisions. A few 
seconds later. Jack violently halted. "Back!" 
he shouted. Whitey cannoned into him, almost 
knocking him over. 

They had come out on a high and perilous 
ledge — a cliff, black and forbidding above; down 
far below, the sea. It was night, but the whole 
northern sky was aflame with the splendor of the 
aurora. It was the reflection of this on a great 
green iceberg, floating close in, that had thrown 
the weird light into their rock tomb. 

"The iceberg!" yelled Whitey, "the one we 
were going to explore!" 

"Yes!" answered Jack. "It 's almost close 
enough to jump to it. At sun-up, it '11 be touch- 

They looked around their ledge. It jutted out 
half-way down the face of the black, wet cliff. It 
was absolutely cut off from access on any side. 
There was no path, no crack, no hand-hold of 
any kind. 

"We 're almost as badly off as before," said 
Whitey, in dismay. "They '11 have to search for 
us and get us away with ropes." 

"Look, Whitey!" cried Jack, pointing. "For 
the love of Pete, what's that?" 

Whitey stared. At one end of the ledge a 
white object gleamed. A brighter flashing of the 
aurora had brought it to Jack's eye. Whitey 
shrunk back. "A bear or something!" he whis- 

"How can it be a polar bear?" questioned Jack, 
rather shakily. "They can't curl up as small as 

"Yes, it is small — no bigger than a dog," 
admitted Whitey. 

"Why, it is n't even the size of a dog!" ex- 
claimed Jack, in disgust; "it is n't bigger than a 

"Maybe it 's a fox or a ptarmigan!" whispered 
Whitey; "they 're about that size." 

"Gee! we 've lost our nerve being in the cave," 
jeered Jack "I '11 bet it 's only a white stone." 

"Maybe you 're right," whispered Whitey, 
with a feeling of relief. "Let 's go up and see." 

They crept along the ledge in silence. Within 
a foot of the motionless, white object they paused 
and stared at it. 

"It 's a stone," whispered Whitey. 

"So it is," agreed Jack. He put out a tentative 

finger and touched the thing. "Gee! How 
smooth it is!" he went on. 

Whitey touched it with his hand. "It 's egg- 
shaped," he said. "Why, it is an egg!" he ex- 
claimed. "It 's a bird's egg. Jack. An auk's 
^SS- By Jupiter! we 've found the auk's egg!" he 
shouted. "Don't you see. Jack, there 's no other 
egg in the world like that. St. John told me all 
about it. Oh, Jack! We 've discovered the 
nest of the auk!" 

"Why, I guess you 're right!" cried Jack, 
excitedly. "I can hardly wait till daylight. 
Won't we yell for help, though!" 

They examined the egg with infinite care. It 
seemed to be about four and a half inches long 
and a little less than three inches across. The 
color was a pale olive-buff, marked with brown 
and black. 

"What 's become of the mother and father 
auk?" asked Jack, in wonder. 

"I don't know. Auks can't fly, so they must 
have had an entrance from this ledge to the upper 
surface of the island. I guess the mother auk 
laid the egg here and then maybe they were both 
frightened away, or even killed by some wander- 
ing polar bear." 

"That sounds reasonable," answered Jack. 
"This island, with all its caves and runways, must 
have been about their last refuge." 

Whitey yawned. "Auk or no auk," he said, 
"I feel awfully sleepy. Say, Jack, I 'm almost 
dead. Are n't you?" 

Jack admitted he was. Now that the excite- 
ment of discovery was over, both the boys real- 
ized how tired they were. They placed the egg 
in a small, sheltered recess in the rock at the 
other end of the ledge, and, finding a safe level 
spot some distance away, lay down close together. 
Neither the great cold of the Labrador night nor 
the hardness of their bed had any power to keep 
them awake. Five minutes later they were both 
dead asleep. 

Whitey dreamed that some one had given him 
the job of grinding up tons of ice in a stone-crusher 
to make a giant feast of ice-cream. It was cold, 
freezing work, and he was longing intensely to get 
away from it. Then the grinding machine fell 
over and dumped the whole mass of ice on him. 
He struggled to free himself from it by shaking 
his limbs and slowly drawing himself out — and 
suddenly he was awake and sitting up! But the 
terrific noise of the ice-grinding went on. Whitey 
stared wildly around. It was broad daylight, 
but the sun was entirely shut off from them by 
the green, towering mass of the iceberg which had 
at last made contact with the shore and was 
slowly grinding its way along the rocks. That 



was the noise that had given him the foundation 
for his dream. His limbs were so cold and 
numb that he could hardly move. 

A sudden alarm came into his mind. The 
auk's egg! Was it injured by the small lumps of 
ice which were flying in all directions? 

Slowly and stiffly, Whitey turned his half- 
frozen body and directed his eyes to the other 
end of the shelf where they had left the egg. It 
was gone! But there was that in its place which 
instantly sent his blood leaping through his veins 
in such absolute terror as he had never known 
before. An enormous polar bear was licking up 
the last fragments of the precious egg. He had 
climbed over the iceberg, where he must have 
been floating for days, and had easily leaped on 
the ledge when he spied the shining egg. 

Instantly, Whitey lost all sense of personal 
fear. His mind was filled with a feeling of infinite 
outrage that the bear should destroy their pre- 
cious egg. With a sort of unthinking passion, 
hoping that even yet he might save some frag- 
ments of shell, he shouted at the bear! "G'wan! 
Get out!" and staggering to his feet, he waved 
numb ineffectual hands. 

The big white monster turned. In its eager- 
ness for the egg, it had paid no heed to the two 
silent forms lying on the rock. Whitey, still 
fearless with rage, approached a little closer and 
shook his fist at the beast "G'wan!" he yelled, as 
if ordering a dog out of the house. Perhaps it 
was that half crazy boldness which saved the boy. 
The great brute turned and stared at him. Then 
suddenly he reached out a lightning paw and, 
with a gentle tap of it, struck Whitey out of his 

One tremendous leap, and the big bear was 
back on the iceberg again. He flashed around a 
corner and disappeared. Whitey went spinning 
down into the deep, narrow, green strip of water 
between the island and the berg. 

At Whitey's shouts. Jack had waked up, and he 
witnessed with stupefied senses the extraordinary 
scene between Whitey and the bear. Then he 
saw the white monster brush Whitey aside, and, 
with sudden terror, saw his pal spinning over the 
verge of the cliff. He jumped up, took two steps, 
and leaped after him. Down, down he went, 
until, with a shock of ferocious arctic cold, he hit 
the salt, freezing water. Whitey came up close 
by as he went down, and he grabbed the uncon- 
scious form and held it. 

It was not till a week later that the two boys were 
able to compare notes. They were lying side by 
side in Dr. Grenfell's hospital in Battle Harbor. 
The case-card at the head of Jack's bed read, 

"Freezing"; and over Whitey's head was a card 
reading, "Freezing and contusions of the head." 
No one had been allowed to talk to them till they 
were out of danger. Then, on this bright, spark- 
ling, sunny Labrador day, St. John had come 
in and was sitting between the two beds, helping 
them to piece out the thrilling story of their last 
hour on the island. "We went to the cave, when 
you fellows did n't turn up for breakfast, and 
found you gone. So we got a scare and started 
to row around the island, knowing that would be 
the best way to see you, wherever you were. We 
'd got as far as the outer side of the berg, when we 
heard Whitey's yell, and then, a second later, an 
enormous polar bear bounded by us on the berg, 
plunged into the water and started across to the 
other islands. Well, you can imagine what we 
thought might have happened. We rowed like 
men possessed, and a few moments later we found 
Jack, half frozen himself, dragging you out of 
the water. He was delirious with cold and shock, 
but he was right on the job, every ounce of him. 
We got you back on the ship, gave you both what 
treatment we could, and put back to Battle 
Harbor. I 've been wondering ever since how in 
the world you got around to that side of the 
island and what you were doing." 

Whitey sat up with shining eyes. "Has n't 
any one told you?" he cried. "Why of course 
not! How could they? Just listen!" And he went 
on to tell St. John the tale of their night's adven- 
tures. When he came to the story of their dis- 
covery of the auk's egg, St. John was on his feet, 
his face glowing with excitement. 

"Where was the egg?" he cried; "on a big 
black ledge half-way up the cliff?" 

"Yes," answered Whitey, eagerly, "and I saw 
that beastly polar bear eat up the last scrap of it 
— egg, shell, and all! I was never so mad!" 

St. John gripped both their hands. "That 
polar bear saved your lives!" he cried. 

"You 're joking!" cried Whitey. 

"We saw the ledge," went on St. John, "and 
as we were rowing away, the captain pointed to it 
and said, 'Look yonder!' I looked. An upper 
mass on the iceberg had become loosened, and, 
even as we looked, it fell crashing down upon the 
ledge. Had you been there, you would have been 
crushed under a thousand tons of ice! 

The boys looked at each other. 

"Whew!" exclaimed Whitey, slowly; "I '11 
never kill a polar bear as long as I live." 

"Same here!" cried Jack. "Whitey, I move we 
adopt the polar bear as our Totem." 

"Shake on it," answered Whitey, thrusting 
out his hand. 

Solemnly the pals gripped hands. 







Don Fernando was sitting in the sun fast 
asleep, with his hands folded on top of his man- 
zanita walking-stick. Felisa planted herself bo- 
fore him. 

" Papd mid," she said softly. 

He did not wake up. His head nodded first on 
one side and then on the other. She kissed him 

on his broad, wrinkled forehead. He snored 

Ah, but Seiior Medrano had earned the right to 
sleep well and peacefully, and to snore if he liked! 
For had he not walked with Don Caspar de Por- 
tola, in the old days, from one end of Alta Cali- 
fornia to the other, in search of the Port of 
Monterey? That is history, and very fascinating 
history, too, and you must read it for yourself 
some day. For then, in the California of to-day, 
when you travel in your high-power motor on the 
King's Highway (it is still called El Camino Real), 
you will see more than most people in motors ever 
dream of seeing. A little band of explorers will 
be observed on the crest of those rolling hills 
where the poppies spread their carpet of gold ; and 
on the blue Pacific, when the fog lifts, you will 
catch a glint of the white sail of the Santa Maria; 

you will pass a good padre (perhaps Junipero 
Serra himself, in his dust-colored robe and san- 
dals) upon the road, pursuing his long pilgrimage 
on foot from San Diego to Monterey. There is 
no use asking him to ride — he smiles and plods on 
— he has taken the vow of the Franciscans! 

"Papa!" It is Felisa who calls again, appeal- 

But Senor Fernando, who once wore a leather 
jacket and ferocious boots, and carried a formid- 
able flint-lock on his saddle-bow, continued his 
siesta undisturbed. 

The little girl sighed and glanced about her 
for amusement, for consolation. 

Ah, there was Juancito, the son of the Indian 
overseer, Ximeno, in the corner, shelling beans. 
All day long now, he shelled beans for Josefa, for 
the fiesta. 

It was not long since Juancito had been a fas- 
cinating papoose, bound tightly and carried on 
his mother's back — or set, for convenience, in a 
corner. Now he was going to the wedding! 
Ximeno was to drive the ox-cart with provisions 
— it was all arranged — into Santa Barbara, and 
Juancito was big enough to be of great assistance. 

Yet in vain Felisa attempted to make him 
speak. But as Papa could not be lured from his 
siesta, neither could Juancito be lured from the 
pensive occupation of shelling beans. But there 
is an explanation! Like all who are invited to a 
wedding, Juancito was mentally reviewing his 
wardrobe, which consisted mainly of a large hat! 
A thought was perplexing his brain. He was 
silently brooding upon a matter of fashion: 
"Can one go barefooted to a wedding?" No 
wonder he could not answer Felisa. 

It was then that Nino rose languidly from his 
corner in the patio. 

As clearly as could be, his look said: "What is 
it that you wish, my adored little mistress? It 
is warm — the hour of the siesta — yet I am here." 

"Nino!" Felisa whispered, "I wanted to learn 
everything about our Inheritance. But Pap4 
insists upon sleeping! Could it have been a 
queen, Nino? You don't know! You are only 
a dog! You would rather inherit a nice juicy 
bone than all the pearls and gold and silver in the 
world. But listen, Nino!" and Felisa Hfted her 
finger warningly, "If you should ever see a han- 
dido, you must growl loudly and eat him if need 
be. Because he will have come to steal our In- 
heritance. Dost thou hear; Nino?" 

But Nino only wagged his tail and looked 
incapable of ferocity. 




Felisa shrugged her shoulders and looked 
toward the long range of Santa Ynes. She could 
see the road, like a slender ribbon, winding in and 
out of the canons. 

Like the anxious sister in the fairy-tale, Ysa- 
bella Medrano (divested now of her wedding 
finery) came to the doorway to ask, "Do you see 
anything coming, Felisa?" 

"No, I don't see the stage yet." 

Ysabella knit her brows. "It is very late." 

Felisa looked at her sister curiously. "Are you 
afraid," she said, and her voice sounded suddenly 
very small and timid, "that El Senor Carlos will 
hold up the stage?" 

Her sister laughed. 

"My child, what nonsense! There are no han- 
didos in these days. One might as truly meet 
El Diablo in person! In Papa's days — yes — they 
were as thick as flies." 

"Does not El Senor Carlos know of our Inher- 

"Do not, querida [darling], trouble thy heart 
with such fancies," Ysabella protested, drawing 
the little girl to her. 

Arms entwined, the sisters looked again toward 
the mountains. 

But there was no sight of the stage yet, not 
even of the dust cloud which was always to be 
seen even before the stage appeared. Every- 
thing was so still. The dripping of the water in 
the fountain, the gentle snores of Don Fernando, 
were the only sounds. 

A butterfly tempted Felisa to follow him. 
Cielo! If Josefa had seen her charge in the clean 
dress, running wildly through the rose-bushes — 
But luckily no damage was done. What a chase 
that butterfly led Felisa, with Nino at her heels 
barking, leaping up into the air! But the lovely 
creature eluded her — flew of? through the ma- 
drono trees — a glint of yellow wings. 

"It has gone to meet Don Felipe," Felisa 
thought, and sank breathlessly down on the soft 
carpet of leaves and moss under the madronos. 
For she and Nino had descended to the little 
canon below the house. 

Presently Nino began to growl, and Felisa, 
turning to scold him, saw that a man on horse- 
back was just drawing up before the low stone 

He was not young, nor yet was he as old as 
Don Fernando. Part of his face was obscured by 
a silk handkerchief (perhaps he had the toothache, 
Felisa thought, sympathetically), and his throat 
was closely mufifled in a scarf of crimson merino. 
But surely, even Don Felipe Alvarez himself 
could not be more "ornamental!" He was so 
dignified, so magnificent, and his clothes, though 
dusty, as with hard riding, were of fine texture, 

and much trimmed with gold galloon, as befitted 
a gallant caballero [cavalier]. 

He swept off his sombrero with a grand flourish. 

"BuenasdiaSySeriorita!" ["Good day, Senorita!"] 

Felisa rose from her mossy seat and curtseyed. 
The green dress billowed about her. 

"Buenas dias, Senor!" 

"Thou art a wood-sprite, Senorita, no doubt? 
Dost thou, mayhap, live in the heart of the big 
madrono? Or art thou an enchanted princess?" 

Felisa laughed delightedly, "No, Senor, but," 
she looked qt him mischievously, "I know who 
thou art!" 

"Si?" ["Yes?"] 

"Thou art the statue in the City of Mexico, — 
the bronze statue on horseback, — come to life!" 

So Felisa and this strange caballero remained 
looking at each other and smiling. 

Suddenly Felisa put her hand upon his sleeve 
and looked into his eyes earnestly. 

"Thou art not Don Felipe Alvarez?" she cried. 
And then, as suddenly, "No, thou art too old. 
He is a young caballero." 

The stranger removed his sombrero and rum- 
pled his hair ruefully. 

"So — I am a veritable grandfather! 'Too 
old!' " He sighed and gazed at her reproachfully. 
"I am wounded." 

Felisa regarded the silk handkerchief, which 
hid half his face, gravely. 

"So that is why you wear the bandage, Senor? 
I hope the wound is not serious." Her face was 
all tender anxiety. "And why dost thou wind 
the scarf so closely about thy throat, Senor?" 

The caballero looked down at her gravely, shak- 
ing his head. 

"It is said I shall die of an — " he hesitated, "an 
affliction of the throat, Senorita," he answered. 
He made an odd gurgling noise, which caused 
Nino to growl again, every hair bristling! "So — 
and that is all!" 

"How terrible!" 

"Is it not? Yet let us talk of pleasanter things. 
Tell me, perhaps, what thou dost know of this 
Don Felipe Alvarez, who is so young?" 

"He is to marry my sister, Senor, on San An- 
tonia de Padua's Day at the Mission Santa 

The stranger looked at Felisa more intently. 
"Then thou art," he paused, "Senorita Me- 

"Si, Senor — and I am waiting for the stage 
upon which Don Felipe, whom I have not yet 
seen, arrives. Have you seen anything of the 
stage, Senor?" she added, anxiously. 

"It is a pity, Senorita Medrano, but to-day I 
have had more important business on hand. I 
have not been waiting for the stage ; therefore, to 





my regret, I can brin-g you no news of it." 

Felisa sighed. "It is so long in coming that I 
am growing very anxious." 

The caballero lifted inquiring eyebrows. 
"So? And why should you be anxious, Senorita?" 

"I am afraid of the bandidos, Senor!" Felisa 

Then it was that the caballero put his hand to 
his side and burst into a great hearty laugh, which 
echoed in the little canon. 

"That is good ! Thou dost not k